drifted closer, a little hesitant at first, and placed a soft kiss to his cheek, squeezing his forearm, solid beneath the sleeve of his cream Aran sweater. If he only knew what that sweater does to me. He smelled clean, freshly showered, and was so handsome it hurt. When I pulled away, Rafe’s eyes were closed and only the shift in the air had them snapping open. “You’re welcome,” he said gruffly. “I’d do anything for you.”
