He laughed, then leaned toward me again. “Sit properly for me.” I sunk into the seat and glared at this dimple as he reached for my seatbelt, clasping it into place. My gaze did not immediately dip down to his mouth; my thighs did not clench when I caught a whiff of his intoxicating cologne; and my chest absolutely did not stutter when he pecked my cheek and shot me a wink.
