Resting Witch Face (Stay a Spell, #5)

by Juliette Cross

“We can’t jump into sex.” I made myself very clear. We hadn’t even kissed or had the “difficult conversation” yet. I didn’t want to rush into sex too soon. The reasons had more to do with me than him.

“What are you afraid of exactly?” Ruben asked, his tone solemn now. “Me?” “No.” I shook my head, looking at him. Me. “I’m going to take a shower, then we can order dinner.”