Olivia

He grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away from his face. "You're asking for trouble."

"Am I?" I batted my eyelashes innocently. "I'm just making observations. Scientific ones."

"Scientific," he repeated flatly.

"Mmhmm. And scientifically speaking, you're definitely showing signs of aging. The wrinkles, the alleged declining stamina, the need for afternoon naps."

"I can prove right now that my stamina is just fine."

"Can you?" I stepped ...