It’s dangerous, letting my mind go there, but I can’t drum up the willpower to stop myself tonight. I think of him beside me, those deep, brown eyes of his soft as they gaze my way. I think of his big hands—God, those hands—and the massive breadth of his shoulders. I think of his jaw and his steady heartbeat and his arm slung across my chest. And with the last of my waking thoughts, I think about going home.
