With the way Shawn’s looking at me right now, I want to crawl into his lap. I want to take off my coat and let him touch me. If we weren’t headed to an event where he has to give a speech and we have to smile for the cameras, I’d ask the driver to pull over so I could have my way with the six-foot-six man next to me. “We said one time.” Shawn glances away and fiddles with his shiny watch. I’ve never seen him wear it before, and the silver looks freshly polished. “We have to stick to that.” “I know. I can control myself.” I think. My eyes flick to the tattoo on the back of his hand, and the
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