I bring it to my nose and inhale. The smell is decadent.
Chocolate. Real chocolate.
I glance down. “I can’t believe you made this.”
I blow across the surface and take a careful sip.
The second it touches my tongue, I let out an involuntary moan.
Axle freezes with his mug halfway to his mouth.
My eyes widen.
Because I know that sounded as bad as I think it sounded.
His expression darkens, just slightly. “That good, huh?”
Heat rushes straight into my face. “It’s really good.”
A grin tugs at one corner of his mouth.
I take another sip.
For a second, neither of us says anything.
The silence stretches as we settle on the railing that separates our decks and watch the mountains turn gold beneath the setting sun.
Close enough that our shoulders almost touch.
My entire body seems aware of that tiny space between us.
Axle studies me over the rim of his mug.
Then his gaze drops. “What’s that shirt?”
I set my cocoa aside and cross my arms.
His eyes narrow. “Doc?”
“What?”
“Drop your arms,” he commands.
“I don’t want to.”
His dimples appear.
Which is really annoying at the moment.
“Jovie.”
“No. You’re just gonna make fun of me.”
He sets his mug on the railing and reaches over before I can stop him and gently catches my wrists.
The contact sends a ridiculous spark racing up my arms.
He lowers them. “Let’s see.”
