~ LARK ~
She was giddy. JP hovered, but in the most adorable way. As if a string connected them, and any time she moved he was drawn to follow. As if touching her was food to a hungry belly. His eyes never seemed to stray far from hers, and whenever they were forced apart and she turned to look for him, it was to find him already staring at her.
They shared more than one secret smile. Which was ridiculous. There was no one else there. No one to hide from, she realized.
They went to the kitchen and he insisted that she take a seat on a stool at the island while he made her a sandwich. He’d already reached into the fridge and brought out cold meat, dressings, and a vegetable tray that had been left for them when she gave him a sly smile.
“Will you do it shirtless?” she asked, crunchin
