“I know, but we’ve had such a nice day, and I just hate this. I really do. I didn’t think I would, because I always thought it doesn’t matter, you know? It was always there, and it doesn’t mean anything, but then Maggie had this idea that she could take my identity temporarily, because I’m such an introvert and am so bad with people, and she’s just the opposite, and she eats up attention.”
“Maybe we could start at the beginning,” he said, confused. “What didn’t you think you’d hate?”
She hesitated, bit her lip again, drawing his attention to her mouth. A rush of blood hit his groin when he watched her little white teeth bite what were sure to be sweet, sweet lips. “Have you ever heard of a country called Beck?”
He dragged his mind off the idea of tasting that delectable lower lip that s
