“Nice catch,” I finally breathed, looking up at his face with a mixture of shock and admiration as he held my entire body up with one hand. His lips twitched. “Thanks.” “Well, you’re definitely better at catching than throwing.” Smirking, Johnny dragged me to my feet before pulling the zipper of the jacket open and freeing my hands. “Better?” he asked, his hands settling on the slight curves of my waist.
