CHAPTER SEVEN
The intimacy of them in the backseat ensconced in a way that people who had known each other for years would engage in should’ve been uncomfortable.
Not even a little bit. The weight of Bizzy’s leg settled on her thighs set off a familiarity that she wanted even more of, so she took the liberty of resting her hands on top of his lower leg.
The tantalizing sparks of awareness where they touched made her breathing shallow and rapid. She’d hyperventilate if she didn’t gain control of her body, so Lamisi ducked in deep inhales and releasing them slowly.
What had she been thinking by getting so close to him? Her heart hadn’t settled into a normal rhythm since they’d sat in the same car. Now, she doubted that any part of her body was getting enough blood with the speed the orga
