Lindsay

My rotten mind had thought he was going to kiss me. It wasn’t until I heard his light chuckle that I opened my eyes quickly to see his amused face. He had reached for my seatbelt and helped me unbuckle.

My cheeks heated up. What? Why did he do that, and more importantly, why did I think he was going to kiss me?

He laughed at the expression on my face, and then we walked into the house.

“Smells good,” he murmured, setting his bag down by the stairs.

“Mom went all out,” ...