Shawn hums, and I feel hot everywhere. I think lava courses through my blood at the sound. “I’ll miss you,” he says. “Life’s more fun with a fake girlfriend by my side.” “I’ll miss you too,” I say back. “But only because you can cook your ass off.” He laughs and frees me from his hold. He heads back toward the kitchen, and I watch him go. “Speaking of, want dessert?” he asks over his shoulder. “I have ice cream in the freezer.” “Sure.” I touch my neck where his hand rested, and I take a deep breath. “Sounds perfect.” Perfect, I think. Just like him. Oh, shit.
