Chapter Three
It was a lie. Paul couldn’t crawl. He’d need the use of his knees to crawl. There was no feeling in his left leg at all. The right one felt like a million little pins and needles were stabbing into it all at the same time.
Man, was this the perfect time to look like an invalid or what? He’d dreamed this moment. Where most people had the dream of walking into class naked and there being a test, Paul had nightmares of being helpless in front of a beautiful woman.
And, man, was this woman beautiful. Skin the color of caramel macchiato, as though there were both rich dark chocolate and heavy cream in her lineage. Hazel eyes that were bright and intelligent. A set of full lips that looked ripe for kissing.
He’d never wanted to kiss someone so much in his life. Except he couldn
