“Sinclair,” he murmured, and the sound of him saying his pet name for me made molten heat swirl in my abdomen. When he’d called me Sinclair in high school, it had always made me feel like he saw me as one of the guys—just his buddy, nothing more. But him saying it now made me feel the exact opposite, like it was an endearment he used only for me, and there were all kinds of emotions and sensations that thought caused inside me.
