Lanie
“I knew the second I saw you that you were the one for me,” Andrew Marx breathed, his hot exhale kissing my cheek.
I closed my eyes, absorbing his scent, anticipating his taste on my tongue. His lips grazed against mine ever so softly, his tongue darting out to nudge my mouth open.
“Ow!” I shrieked, dropping the knife onto the cutting board. Bright red blood spilled from the cut on the side of my finger.
“Here.” Erica took my hand and inspected it. “It’s just a little nick. Press this against it, and I’ll get a Band-Aid.”
I leaned against the counter and wrapped the paper towel around my finger as she rooted through her first aid kit.
“What had you distracted?” she asked.
My face grew hot. “Nothing.”
Luckily, she didn’t look up at me. “Here we go.”
I tossed the paper towel a
