I’ve spent the last hour pretending to not be completely freaked out by what happened in the kitchen. When she turned and I found her pressed against me like that, looking up at me with those big eyes and that mouth of hers, a mouth which could inspire unwelcome thoughts at any hour of the day—and has—I didn’t just think about kissing her. I planned on it. Some baser part of me took charge and demanded a hundred different things it wanted before I came to my senses.
