“You look great,” I tell him, taking in his charcoal suit. “You’re going to have women falling all over you.” Good lord, he looks good. The suit must be custom, because it fits him perfectly. He isn’t wearing a tie, and instead, the top two buttons of his white dress shirt are open. He holds my eyes, and a muscle in his jaw ticks. I chew my lip, trying not to remember the sound I heard the night we kissed. I can’t help it, though.
