FOURSophie pushed her hair out of her face in blissful reverie as Jabari hugged her from behind as they snuggled on her Taiwanese chaise. He had brought Italian take-out, but they hadn’t stopped cuddling and canoodling since he arrived an hour ago.
“You hot.” He kissed her welcoming lips.
“So are you.” She ignored the trivial grammatical error that would make her cringe coming from anybody else. She grabbed his face and kissed him again. She was falling for him much faster than expected, even by her impulsive standards. Jabari said all the right things—though not necessarily in the right way—and revived her in places that had been dormant for months. She liked staring into his penetrating brown eyes, which were currently ablaze with desire. He smelled like wheat toast and his leathery ha
