“Lily.” His voice cuts into my thoughts. I stop pacing. Holy shit, when did I start pacing? “You okay?” “I’m fine.” I go back to the fruit. “You seem awfully fascinated by those apples.” “Yep.” “Okay, enough.” He sets down his glass and edges close to me. “Ever since we returned from the Bahamas, you’ve been nervous and jittery whenever you obviously need sex.
