Christopher came to my side, cupped my cheek, leaned over, and pressed a slow kiss to my lips. It was nice. Really nice. But it wasn’t Devraj. He pulled back, still holding my cheek. “Maybe that’ll get him moving.” He caressed my cheekbone with his thumb. “If it doesn’t work out, please give me a call.” Then he flashed one of those dimpled smiles and left.
I felt more for Christopher in this moment than I did for Devraj in the entire book.
