“Songbird.” I feel Jamie’s gaze on my face like a brush of his fingers. His eyes are soft like velvet, and my heart squeezes as I smile at him. “You did it.” Emotion floods me, and I smile wider at him. “I think I did.” Something between us. All these feelings I’m experiencing for the guy who has become so much more than Jamie Streicher pulse in the air, demanding attention. His gaze drops to my lips, and it’s not just heat I see in his eyes, but more. His eyes lift to mine again, and he gives me that proud smile. “Let’s get you fed,” he says, and I nod. “And then home.”
