Raine's POV
It was so heady and intoxicating, even if it wasn't a particularly pleasant smell. But on this man, it was the best thing I'd smelled in a long time.
I found myself leaning forward without meaning to, drawn in by the scent and the warmth radiating off him. My brain flashed back to the garage and our kiss. The way his hands had felt on my waist, and the way his mouth had moved expertly against mine like he'd been waiting for it his whole life.
I wanted that again. Jesus Christ, I wanted that so badly.
He finished tying off the bandage and looked up, his gray-blue eyes meeting mine. "There. All done."
"Thanks," I breathed. He didn't step back and neither did I.
Finally, he did, but he did not let go of my hand, "You know I never caught your name. We've been doing this dance
