Sam's footsteps rumbled down the stairs, and to my despair, he'd put on a white T-shirt.
I tried to empty my expression of all disappointment while I pointed at the new addition to his ensemble. "Were you cold?"
"Hot, actually."
Understatement of the decade.
He gave a secret smile, one I had no idea how to read, and gestured in the direction of the front door. "I didn't want to scare off the delivery guy."
"Or delivery girl. Equal opportunity, right?" I said, remembering our conversation from last night.
"Yeah." He sat next to me, closer this time, so close the back of his thigh crushed my feet, but I hardly noticed. The ends of his hair, now dry, fell across his jaw. His gaze locked on mine, he pushed the silky strands that lay against his full mouth off his face, much like mine had
