“I am, no doubt about it.”
He opens a separate fridge dedicated entirely to beverages.
“What are you drinking?”
I grab a soda. Our fingers brush, causing my entire nervous system to detonate, just like it did on the beach.
Not so long ago I wondered if I’d ever feel attraction.
Enter Caspian Stone.
“I could’ve picked you up,” he says, leaning against the counter and watching me work.
“You can drive me back,” I say, smiling shyly.
His face lights up.
When I offer him the finished sandwich, I’m nervous again.
He takes a bite and hums in satisfaction.
“This is the best sandwich I’ve ever had,” he declares.
I laugh, more relaxed now. “You’d say that anyway.”
“True,” he admits with a grin. “But I do mean it.”
He offers me a bite.
I decline, muttering something mortifying about my mom always making me eat before leaving the house.
He puts the plate away and takes a gulp of water, his eyes never once leaving my face. When he pulls me closer, tilting my chin, I’m shivering from the anticipation.
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
He waits, and a breathless, embarrassing yes-please escapes me. Then his mouth is on mine. The kiss is pure heat and hunger.
By the time he pulls back, I feel utterly, deliciously undone.
Caspian seems pretty affected too. He lets out a quiet curse as he runs his fingers through his hair.
“Everything alright?” he asks, clearing his voice.
I’m absolutely not alright. I’ve never been more alright.
“Yeah.”
Dazed, I wander to the living room and stumble to the couch.
“You want to watch something?” he asks, sitting down beside me.
“No,” I say, my voice oddly husky. I shuffle closer. “I want more of that.”
His breath hitches beautifully when I kiss him.
Without quite realizing what I’m doing, I’ve crawled into his lap, heart pounding. The sound he makes against my mouth goes straight through me.
I want him in ways I have never wanted another person, and the heavy pulse low in my body demands action. His hands fly to my waist, steadying me—just like I imagined in the car when I was ogling him.
