A good dose of mulch had gathered on her bare thighs. I reached over and ran the back of my hand down her thigh, knocking the mulch into the grass. She froze, a handful cradled in her gloves. Her soft skin made me ache. I flipped my hand and did it one more time. Because…mulch. Let my thumb dust the top of her knee before pulling away. Her brown eyes roamed my expression, trying to read. She saw how much I adored her. She had to. I doubted I could keep it off my face.
