She shook her head and rolled her eyes, but her smile lingered. “You’re unbelievable.” I held her gaze. “You like me.” “Whatever.” “Say it.” I poked her side and she batted me away. “Say you like me, or I’ll tickle you.” My fingers dug into her ribs and she let out a sharp laugh, wiggling to get away. I tucked one arm around her so she couldn’t escape, and I caught a whiff of her scent—sweet and spicy. My laugh died out as she met my gaze. Her eyes were warm as she studied my face. “Fine,” she said, and I watched the way her lips moved. “I like you.” My heart tripped like a clumsy teenager.
