"Yes." He said it as if the admission were the simplest truth in the world. "Until you're done teaching me how to be more sensitive."
Ivy laughed. "You… you want me to teach you to be sensitive?"
He tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his touch startlingly tender. "I need you to let me know what you need for this to work between us." He paused, jaw tightening, eyes burning into hers with unnerving honesty. "I need you to stop bottling it all up until it explodes like this."
The arrogance was gone from his voice. "I do like gifts," she admitted reluctantly. "Next time, can you make sure it's something I can actually use? I can't use a car if I can't drive it now, can I?"
"I'll teach you to," he promised. He bent his head down until his lips hovered just inches from hers, close enough that his breath warmed her mouth. "I'll teach you a lot of things."
The space between them collapsed when he kissed her.
