I ponder letting him, but I am hoping to see the sunset, and I’m also starving. As much as it kills me to have to postpone this moment, I pull away from him, slowly. “I think we should get ready to eat something.”
As if on cue, my stomach growls. I look at his devastated face, his beautiful puppy eyes staring back at me, and chuckle.
“See? Just a nice cabin won’t be enough for you to get me into bed, mister,” I joke, finally getting out of his arms and getting away from him and his intoxicating scent. Otherwise, I won’t have the strength in me to keep myself at a safe distance until we’re out of this cottage.
“Fine. I forgot you need to be fed first.” He fakes a dramatic sigh, picking up our luggage and setting it on top of the couch. “What are you in the mood for?”
I turn to look at
