Nathan was flustered. He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to snap himself back to the present, but he couldn’t stop the heat creeping up his skin. His eyes flicked to her lips. Soft, luscious. He hadn’t meant to notice them before, but now that she pointed it out, he couldn’t look away.
“No, Rosie, I do not want to kiss you,” he said.
“Hmm. Then why bring it up if you’re not going to do it?” Her gaze flickered to his lips again. “Do you want to?”
His eyes dropped to her mouth. What he wouldn’t give for a taste.
The air between them grew hotter, the tension crackling like a live wire. Just like that, the moment shifted, intensified. He felt himself leaning in. She mirrored him. They were three inches apart, yet it felt like a mountain was between them.
“My mother is in distress,” he
