Her stern facade cracks for a second time and she laughs, sunshine momentarily flooding her features and making her caramel eyes dance. I stare at her, that tug straining in my stomach, my blood so hot it’s scorching. I grip the edge of the door. “Get out before I kiss you,” I snarl through my teeth. She stops laughing and looks at me. Her cheeks pinken. The air seems to crackle with electricity and I can hear her breath hitch. I grip the doorframe so hard my knuckles bleach. “Maybe I want you to kiss me,”
