Taking a breath, I look down. I never knew how dangerous eye contact could be.
"Okay," I mutter, pushing him away as I can't breathe with him this close. He turns his ball cap backwards, and my insides warm at the bad boy vibe he gives off. I look away, not comfortable with the direction my mind takes when he flips that damn hat backwards.
He holds his hand out, his blue eyes conveying he wants me to shake it.
Slipping my hand into his palm it's just like I thought, callused and firm. Solidifying that he does like to get his hands dirty. I wonder what else he likes to get dirty... He squeezes my hand and I shake my head of the thought.
"Deal," I murmur, hypnotized by the size of his hand and the way it feels around mine. It makes me small, and vulnerable. Protected.
"We should swear
