“To be fair, we had that picnic and all thatexercise,then you went to work for hours and came home, then rushed all the way over here and stuff, so I’m not surprised you fell asleep.”
“Still, I should have been more careful.”
Her eyes narrow. “You’re kidding. There’s no way you can beat yourself up for falling asleep.” She sets the mug down and approaches me, her eyes drifting over my body and finally locking onto my face. “It’s not like you fell asleep in the middle oftexting or something. You were here with me and I was enjoying your company, so I’m taking it as a compliment that you slept.”
Snow appears more relaxed than she did last night with no hint of tears on her face.
Even her smile seems relaxed, but despite all of that, there’s something in her eyes that catches me.
Almost as if she’s sad.
Pushing off from the doorframe, I close the gap between us and take her hand.
Our fingers tangle immediately and she glances down to watch, then looks back up at me.
“How are you feeling?” I ask, cautiously touching her waist. When she doesn’t pull away, I slide my hand around to her lower back and draw her in.
“Honestly?”
I nod.
She presses her other hand to the middle of my chest and briefly chews on her lower lip. “I’m a little scared your sister will tell someone and this will be all over.”
“She won’t. She might be an asshole, but she wouldn’t hurt me like that.”
“Are you sure?” Snow tilts her head as she looks back up at me. “She seemed angry yesterday.”
“I’m certain of very few things in my life—my skills, my desire for you, and my sister’s love. We’re all we have when it comesto family, and I see where she’s coming from. She won’t risk my career.”
“But you’ll risk it for me?”
My arm tightens and I lean down until we’re nose to nose. “Let me worry about my career, okay? My private life stays private.”
A shy smile creeps across Snow’s lips and she nods.
Then she lifts her arms and cups my jaw with both hands.
Her thumbs caress my cheeks as she pulls me in for a gentle, warm kiss that gets my heart racing with excitement.
Such a simple touch of affection and yet I crave it.
The looks.
The touches.
The sweet kisses and the lewd kisses. Everything she wants to give me, I will take eagerly.
“What time is it?” I ask, stopping myself before getting too into kissing her.
“A little after six,” Snow murmurs. “I have work.”
“Me too.”
“Damn.” She kisses me one last time, firmer this time, and pulls away. “Think you can get through your work day without me?”
“I’ll do my best.”
Snow is on my mind all day.
