But when I turn, finding Mr. Monroe running his fingertips down his wife’s temple, watching as he gently sweeps her dark hair behind her ear, all the blood in my body runs cold and I fly off the couch. Nate sees it, the moment I’m about to bolt. He’s quick. I don’t get a step away before his hands are cupping my cheeks and he’s kissing me, soft and slow. Slow and soft. The muscles in my body start to warm, slowly releasing tension with each stroke of his tongue against mine, and suddenly I’m melting against him.
