“Canning…” He trails off, watching me again. He looks uneasy, but…there’s something else in his gaze. A flicker of confusion. A hint of interest. I take a step closer, but I’m not sure why. My heart is pounding harder than the rain. My eyes are glued to his mouth. “Jamie.” A note of warning this time. I suck a gulpful of oxygen into my lungs. Then I ignore the warning. His eyes widen as I shove my fingers through his hair and tug his head closer. “What—” He doesn’t get to finish that sentence, because I’m smashing my mouth against his.
