"Let’s get you warm," he said as his fingers threaded gently through my hair, trying to untangle the mess the rain and his drying had left behind.
I didn’t expect it—the simple gesture, his touch—it caught me off guard, making my chest tighten in ways I didn’t want to think too much about. My body, traitorous as always, leaned into the motion.
And then, without warning, I sneezed.
It was loud and unladylike, and I immediately clapped both hands over my nose and mouth, mortified. My eyes widened as I tried to suppress another sneeze building in my throat, but Lucas’s startled expression completely derailed me.
He had flinched.
Lucas Caruso. The man who walked through life like nothing fazed him. The man who could stare down a hurricane and come out smirking. He had flinched.
I couldn’
