A kiss lands on my cheek as the hand is pulled away from in front of my eyes.
Alastair unwraps himself from around my shoulders and flops onto a kitchen stool next to me. He's dressed even more scantily than Lyall, in a thin white robe like people wear at health spas.
I wonder if he's wearing anything underneath.
OMG don't think about that! It's as if I'm a dirty old man perving on schoolgirls. Breathe. He just kissed me on my cheek. Ignore that. Didn't happen. Breathe.
I sneak a glance at his beautifully defined chest peeking out from the robe and my face reacts by turning a fierce, burning red.
Everything about him just looks amazing. Especially his hair. Messy dark blonde, slightly damp – probably from the shower.
My cheek is warm and tingling where he kissed the skin.
Get a grip
