~Kate~
“Mr. Reid,” I called out, my voice a little shaky, more than a little, because the closer he leaned across the counter, the harder it was to breathe, and the more my heart seemed to thump in a rhythm that had absolutely nothing to do with dinner prep or normal human activity.
The smell of him- clean, faintly sharp, warm- hit me in ways I wasn’t ready for, and the way he was standing there, watching me, noticing every tiny move I made, made my body betray me before my brain could even catch up.
I wanted space, I needed it, but my legs felt like jelly, and my hands couldn’t stop twitching slightly as they hovered over the chopped vegetables I was supposed to be organizing.
He tilted his head slightly, that small, infuriating smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, and said, “
