I opened my eyes, looking up at him with a mixture of confusion and desire. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Steve's eyes never left mine as he replied, "You're tempting me, Mabel. And I'm not sure I can resist." His voice was low and husky.

His hands lingered on my cheeks, thumbs tracing slow circles as he leaned in closer. His eyes locked onto mine, and I could see the uncertainty in his gaze. He opened his mouth, then closed it, his eyes dipping to my ...