“Are you gonna make a move, Eaton? Or just stand here petting me?” My head shakes and my chest rumbles as I chance a look at her eyes. Clear and certain, so bright. I feel safe when I’m scowling, but it’s getting harder and harder to look at Willa Grant without smiling. It’s with a smile on my lips that I lean in and press my mouth to hers. She’s soft and willing. She parts for me with such ease. Welcomes the kiss.
