I should’ve kissed her.
The moment he’d walked away from Hannah’s door last night, he’d wanted to kick himself. The kiss that hadn’t been had haunted his dreams and reminded him it had been way too long since he’d really wanted to kiss a woman and take his time about it. Which was exactly why he hadn’t done it. He didn’t live here. He wouldn’t be here longer than another couple of weeks. Hannah Wheeler deserved better than the short-term attentions of a guy like him. But knowing he’d done the right thing hadn’t stopped him from wondering how she’d taste, how that long, silky hair would feel in his hands. It hadn’t stopped him from feeling like she was the best kind of surprise on Christmas morning—the gift you didn’t know you wanted until it showed up pretty and perfect with a big red bow
