Practice Makes Perfect (When in Rome, #2)

by Sarah Adams

Immediately his face morphs into something frowny, and I replicate it because I want an Oscar too.

Because you did. Now, get lost, she’s mine.

I grasp at his shoulder blades and then pull away with surprise. “Your tattoos do extend over your back!” I peek up and over and am delighted to see that these beautiful flowers completely wrap his shoulder. Will’s eyes are unfocused when he looks at me, resting on his forearm and pushing my hair back from my face with his other hand. “You’ve been wondering?” “Every night since I met you,” I say, solemnly. “Sometimes I can’t sleep because I lie here imagining where they end.” He stares at me, barely breathing. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Annie: You’d do that for me? Will: I’m quickly learning I’d do anything for you.