We may have run out of that French roast you like while we were at sea.
Our eyes locked—anger, fear, regret, and a new understanding passing between us with a simple glance. He kept me tethered with nothing more than a thought, unable to move or pull away. Then he lowered his head slowly, giving me ample time to pull away if I wanted to.He brushed his lips over mine in a kiss so tender that my eyes watered all over again. Nothing matters to me except how you feel about it now. How it affects you now. What you choose to do about it now.
I’m doing the best I can, I answered truthfully.He nodded. I get that. But I need you to understand something. To know it in your bones.That devilishly sexy look flickered across his features. My number one goal is still to get into your pants—and stay there as long as possible.
I almost snorted, but his comment gave me back the one thing his knowledge had stripped away—my confidence.Leah’s excitement was palpable as we headed out of the airport. It bubbled around her like a living, breathing thing as she took in every detail around us.
You know this is just the airport, right? I asked, reaching out my hand for her backpack. How funny that it had only been meant to last us the day trip in Istanbul and now it was our sole piece of luggage for days.
But it’s Mykonos, she said, her smile brilliant as she handed me the bag.I signed. My tone suggested I’d just committed murder.
It’s about time! Really, it’s the right choice, and I’m so excited for you! Let’s celebrate with some chai afterward?If by chai, you mean coffee, then I’m game, I answered, dropping the letter in the mailbox and then turning to lock the door behind me. Besides, a four-mile hike deserved a caffeinated treat. Damn, the freaking key stuck in the lock. Again.
Oh my God, Ember. Paisley’s broken whisper sent chills racing from my scalp to my stomach.I abandoned the key and turned slowly, my tennis shoes catching lightly on the concrete of our shared porch.