Oh no … I was kissing my bodyguard. I really was a romance novel cliché. I pulled away abruptly and found him frowning. “I’m sorry,” I blurted out. “I—I got carried away in the moment. This isn’t me. I don’t just go around kissing people.” That slow, panty-dropping smirk slid up the corner of his mouth. “You should make it a habit.” “I’m sorry.” Miles was grinning from ear-to-ear. “If I kiss you, will you stop apologizing? Make us fair and square?” I was too stunned to speak, but the needy little devil inside of me nodded. “Uh-huh.” “Goddamn—I was hoping you’d say that.”
