“So, where did you want to go? I’m up for anything. We can even do The Oar for old time’s sake, even though I’m—” My breath catches in my throat, possibly indefinitely, when I feel two warm hands capture my waist from behind with a feather light touch. And then his lips are up against my ear, his heartbeat pressed into my back, his proximity a painful reminder of everything I’ve been missing for the last eight months. “I promised myself I’d be good tonight, but I feel like you might make a liar out of me.”
