Falling in Love with the Man of My Nightmares (That's [Para]Normal #4)

by Camilla Evergreen

“Phone.” “No.” He rises, plants a hand on the table, and looms over me. I swallow and stare up into his red eyes. Rudely, my gaze flicks down to his soft lips, and I remember the way they feel on my skin. “Don’t be stubborn with me,” he murmurs, and his breath caresses my cheek before his kisses it. “It kind of makes me even more attracted to you.” “Are you intentionally seducing me right now?” “I am distracting you from the fact you’re being pick-pocketed.” I blink. He lands back in his seat with my phone. I slap a hand against the skirt pocket in my dress, and my brain flashes error messages. I didn’t even feel him steal my phone. What? How does he know how to do that? Why was it so effective?