“How do you two know each other?” she asks, still gazing at him. His hand returns to my lower back. “I’m her boyfriend.” My thoughts drop off a cliff. His hand slides up my back, over the bare skin of my shoulders, before it rests on the part where my shoulder meets my neck. It’s a possessive gesture that makes my heart beat harder, and every brain cell in my head stumbles. “Yeah,” I say stupidly, staring at him. He winks at me. He winks at me. His mouth curves up on one side, and I’m fascinated by the movement.
