“I said I’ll think about it,” I tell him. The look he gives me is skeptical, as if he doesn’t believe any fucking thing I’m saying.

“Why do I still doubt you? I can see the horny bees swirling in your eyes.”

It’s what your gaze does to me, butt-head— Oh, God!

His fingers suddenly slide smoothly from my arm to my waist. And I couldn’t stop the gasp that slips through my lips.

Am I overreacting?

Am I doing too much?

My breath hitches, my lips parting as my nose no longer ...