"You don't have to say anything." Jameson stood. I could still feel the ghost of his touch on the inside of my arm. I could see the vein in my wrist and feel my heart pumping. "You don't have to kiss me now. You don't have to love me now, Heiress. But when you're ready..." He brought his hand to the side of my face. I leaned into it. His breath went ragged, and then he pulled his hand back and nodded to the disk in my hand. "When you're ready, if you're ever ready, if it's going to be me -just flip that disk. Heads, I kiss you." His voice broke slightly. “Tails, you kiss me. And either way, it means something.”