Let's Make a Scene: A Novel (Theo & Cynthie, #2)

by Laura Wood

Is it possible to drown in sexual tension? Is that even what this is? It feels more like a medical catastrophe. Maybe I’m not hopelessly attracted to my worst enemy. Maybe I just have the plague. Fingers crossed.

“What?” I try to sound nonchalant, but I’m not pulling it off. I sound whatever the opposite of nonchalant is: really-fucking-chalant.