It was an off-the-cuff, in-the-moment sort of thing, and not the type of action I’d usually take with a man I had barely even kissed. But I was riding high after the shoot, and Christian was so composed all the time I wanted to knock him off-kilter. Just once, just a little bit. Nothing, however, could’ve prepared me for the devastation his lazy, answering smile wrought on my heart. The butterflies lying dormant in my stomach went crazy, and I suddenly knew, with all the certainty in the world, that they were there to stay.
