Letisha’s POV

How was I going to look Adrian in the eye this morning and not remember that dream? My answer? I wasn’t.

I simply avoided eye contact all morning.

I pulled my hand back swiftly when we both reached for the salt at the same time.

“Are you okay?” Adrian asked as the salt-shaker appeared in front of my plate. My face had remained constantly heated since I woke up this morning. I was sure I resembled a walking tomato by now. ...