Kate:
I adjusted the covered dish in my hands, the warmth from the casserole seeping through the towel I had wrapped around it. Twilight shadows deepened around Saint's house, and I glanced up at the dusky sky, my pulse quickening slightly. I'd convinced myself this was a good idea, a gesture of kindness, but deep down, my motives simmered with desire and a need to be seen.
I knocked twice firmly, stepping back slightly, the soft shuffle of footsteps from within making my heart flutter. When Saint pulled the door open, he stood there shirtless, dressed only in dark gray sweats slung low on his hips, droplets of water glistening on his chest and shoulders. All his tattoos in display. Clearly, he'd just stepped out of the shower. My mouth went dry.
"Kate?" Saint frowned, confusion colorin
