“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” I joke as I walk over to the cracked refrigerator and grab a bottle of water before closing it tight. Tanner’s lips curl into a playful grin as his eyes roam down my exposed legs, taking in every inch of skin before traveling back up to meet my gaze. “I have to admit,” he states, “I quite enjoy it, actually.” His voice is low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. “Oh, and why is that?”
