His eyes caught mine, questioning. Tempting. I wanted to say yes. “Come on.” He nudged my foot with his. “I’ll let you wear my Falcons shirt again.” “Never,” I said. “I’d rather sleep naked.” It was meant to be sassy but was way off the mark. I blamed being in such close proximity to him; my brain was going all sorts of haywire. His voice dropped, turning husky. “That can definitely be arranged.” “Carter.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “James.” He copied me, but he couldn’t keep a straight face. A smile broke through that was hopelessly endearing and intentionally designed to be that way.
