The urge didn’t make sense. It was totally, utterly, and completely illogical, but she didn’t care. She didn’t know him, not really. She knew the basics of his story, ex-military. She knew he was a pilot. She knew he had an adorable little dog who bossed him around, and that he liked to fish. He blushed when she came out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower and wearing his clothes. He’d tried to salvage her hair from the lake fiasco. And he’d held her when she’d cried. She knew enough to want him.
Raising her arm from where it lay tucked between them, she lifted her hand toward his cheek. The need to touch his bare skin exploded to life inside her like a bomb going off in her chest. It actually hurt.
The heat from his right cheek buzzed through her palm where it hovered a hair’s breadt
