Andrew
Lanie’s hand fell on my knee as she looked earnestly into my eyes. She seemed unaware that she was touching me, but the shivers of pleasure running through my leg took up all of my attention.
I licked my lips and got my brain working again. “Maybe you should take that kid from the coffee shop home. They’d probably like him.”
“Oh my god,” she groaned. “Was that a joke?”
“Maybe.” I made a pained face. “Humor was never my forte.”
A chuckle slipped from her. “It was decent. For someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Sorry,” she said, laughing.
“I’m just glad to see you not crying,” I softly said, trailing my fingers down her cheek.
Lanie sharply inhaled, and the sound made goosebumps rise on my arms.
“Are we doing the right thing?” she delicately asked.
