boy, pure dirty sex kind of way. The Brandon standing in front of me with a handful of my cake flour looked like someone else entirely. He was somehow more attractive than ever before. It made me even more nervous. Brandon was dangerous. He was the kind of guy who ruined girls like me. I had to keep my wits about me when I was near him. One little slip-up and I wouldn’t recover. “Okay. Okay.” I held my hands up in surrender as I took a step back toward the counter. I pressed my hands against the lip of the counter and prayed he couldn’t see what was behind me. “I take it back.”
