Chapter Twelve
Ember
I’d sat too close to him on the bench he’d been sitting on at the pool’s edge. Our outer thighs touched — the contact was a bit too much for me, so I slid over a little to put some space between us.
With his eyes on the gap I’d created between us, he asked, “Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”
“Yes, you do.” I laughed to lighten the blow. “You make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.”
“Things you haven’t felt in, say, seven years?” His eyes moved up my body, lingering on my breasts before resting on my eyes.
“Yeah.” I felt the heat of a blush on my cheeks, which ignited a smile from him. “Stop it.”
“No.” Placing his palm on the bench between us, he made sure the tips of his fingers touched my leg. “I adore the way you react to me. And I love the way I r
