When I reach for my hat where it hangs on a hook by the window, Wes catches my arm and turns me around. I suck in a breath, but he puts his hands on my cheeks to lean in close, and I all but melt into a puddle on the floor. My back hits the wall of the workshop, and my head spins. Then Wes’s mouth hovers above mine, and I lose all rational thought. His thumb traces my lower lip.
