Jasmine
“You’re staring again.”
I shook my head and tried to figure out what I’d been staring at … the ring on my finger, or Shane, shirtless and doing manual labor.
I’d been staring at both constantly on and off all day.
“Hmmm?” I asked Rena, tearing my gaze from Shane’s sweaty body and trying to inconspicuously wipe a little drool from the side of my mouth.
Yup, it had been Shane again.
I don’t know what was wrong with me, but ever since I’d woken up that morning and looked left to see Shane sleeping soundly beside me, my hormones had been in an uproar.
He’d looked so cute, his blond hair messy and his face completely relaxed.
I was ashamed to admit, not that I ever would out loud, that I’d watched him for a good fifteen minutes while he was unaware. I’d memorized the hills and v
