He flexed his fingers and fought the urge to put his hand on her stomach. It was a possessive gesture, and he felt a little bit possessive
He relaxed his hands, lifted one and tucked a strand of wispy blonde hair behind her ear. She didn’t move; she only looked at him. He wondered if she felt it too.
Tupperware? I don’t know. That’s what my mom did.” “Well, my mom had to bring bigger containers for food when the family ate outdoors. But she used this when she and Dad . . .
But she didn’t pull away from him. If anything, she seemed to sort of melt against him. It was the first time she’d willingly accepted something from him without getting stiff and defensive and generally annoyed
She swallowed, her eyes dropping to his lips. And he knew she felt it too.
Kelsey breathed in deeply. “He asked me to stay.” “Here?” “Yes.” “For how long?” “Until . . . until I want to leave, I guess. But he doesn’t want me to go yet, and . . . I’m thinking of accepting the offer.” “Now he sounds l...
Hi.” He turned and saw Kelsey standing in the door of the kitchen, looking . . . Well, she was glowing. That pregnant woman glow, maybe? Or just the sun hitting her face at the right time. Either way, she looked hot, and he noticed
He found himself fighting the urge to reach out and take her chin between his thumb and forefinger. To tilt her head so that she had to look at him. So that her lips were so close to his a slight movement would—
Kelsey laughed and the sound moved through him, made the hairs on his arms stand up, made his heart beat faster
Yeah.” He touched Kelsey’s arm and felt a shock, like static electricity. But this went deeper, beneath his skin. “I’m going to go see what Cade needs. See you later?” She licked her lips, the action sending a different kind of electricity ...
So I’ll see you tomorrow then.” “Yeah.” His heart rate picked up. She really did make him feel more like a kid than a grown man. Although the desire she made him feel was certainly a man’s desire. “Do you want to have lunch with me tomorr...
Because I was there that day, and so were you.
Are you okay?” She looked up, her eyes glistening. “I just . . . I . . .” “Hey.” He stood up and rounded the picnic table, sitting next to her on the bench. He wrapped his arm around her, the feeling of her, so warm and female and way too t...
If it makes you feel better, Cole hasn’t kissed me at all. Not even affectionately.” “Is that a thing? Are you thinking Cole might kiss you?” “I don’t know.” Alexa frowned. “Do you want him to?
How sick are you? Holy crap. Are you dying or something? Is that why you’re going on a retreat and eating only lettuce?
The nerves, the anxiety, the pressure, it's all gone. Being in his arms took it all away.
He's the light that guided me to where I am now, out of the darkness, out of despair.
I won't apologize for something I truly feel.
