            He squeezed back. "Miss you too." His head bent lower, and she could feel his breath on her forehead. It smelled of Lavender’s cheap perfume and morning sweat—nothing like Lucius. Just as his other hand came up to ghost over her jaw, he stilled. Pulled away, out of her grasp. "I...I can’t," he said hoarsely, pulling back to meet her eyes. "But if you want to have dinner, we can after work."