Dylan had his back to me when I entered the kitchen, but he must have heard me because he immediately turned from the stove and walked over while wiping his hands on a dishtowel. He tossed it over his shoulder and stopped in front of me. I wanted to reach out and touch, but I wasn’t sure I should. Thankfully, Dylan took the choice out of my hands.
“Mmm,” he murmured as he buried his face against my neck. “You smell good.”
I laughed because his breath tickled and Dylan took the opportunity to blow a raspberry against my skin. I jerked away, the feeling grossing me out a little and it must have shown on my face because he held up his hands in apology.
“Won’t do it again, promise.”
I took his hand, letting him pull me into an embrace. He clasped his fingers behind my back, keeping me ther
