I dare to ask, my entire body tight as I wait for him to answer. He smiles, and I swear that cocky grin is like a caress against my skin. Heat runs from my head to my feet, making my toes curl inside my shoes. I wait with bated breath for him to speak, needing to know what his answer will be. Instead of answering, he grabs onto the seat of my barstool and pulls me closer to him. The legs make a loud scratching sound against the hardwood. At this point, I swear he’s got to be able to hear the sound of my racing heart. It beats so loudly that there’s a whooshing sound filling my ears.
