“Rule two,” Caleb continued, clearly enjoying this far too much, “I touch you. Enough to make people believe we’re disgustingly in love.”
“Touch?” Autumn repeated weakly. “H-how?”
His lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Like this.”
He lifted his hand slowly, giving her every chance to stop him. When she didn’t, his knuckles brushed her cheek—gentle, intimate—before his fingers tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The touch lingered a second longer than necessary.
Her cheeks burned.
Caleb tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “Why are you blushing?”
“I’m not,” she lied instantly.
“You are,” he murmured. “Unless…” He leaned in just enough for her to feel his breath. “You’re not into me, are you?”
“What? No!” Autumn shoved his chest, though it barely moved him. “Don’t flatter your
