Reid looked up at me, leaning closer, and blinked his lashes at me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think the little flirt was asking for something. My lips twitched, and I reached into the back seat. His face morphed into something dangerously close to a pout and my gut twisted, working to convince my brain to give this boy anything he desired. Reid must never know the potential power that pout held over me.
