EVE'S POV
When Morgan didn't seem to pay attention to my plea, I grasped his arm and pushed it away. I was clearly only going to get out of this by having to.
"Just a sec" he said, his voice gentle.
I went still as he reached up and touched my forehead, then wiped his palm over my skin.
"You've got a bit of sweat here."
"Oh" I mumbled, my face going hot.
Was that it? He just wanted to wipe my forehead? He should have said so earlier. And here I was, getting wild ideas.
MORGAN'S POV
I could barely keep my lips from splitting into a wide grin. So maybe I enjoyed seeing her frazzled by my proximity a little too much. And I was also guilty of enjoying having her trapped in my arm a lot. But I couldn't help it, she was just too adorable.
I half-expected her to keep pushing against
