CHAPTER ELEVEN
“What?” She stopped her back and forth across the rug and waited. “What’s wrong with it?”
“The fact that I’m selfish. I like kissing you. I like having you in my arms. Everything about you fascinates me,” he murmured. “Absolutely everything, Trixie Benning. The way your nose crinkles up when you make a certain face. How your cheeks go rosy when you get embarrassed. That jasmine scent you wear. The way you slip on your reading glasses, and how you twirl your college ring when you’re thinking about something. Your teddy bear-covered pajamas. Your raw honesty. Your independence. Your laugh. The way you cry. All of it. Everything I’ve discovered about you just makes me want to discover more.”
She stood still as a statue, her eyes bright with emotion.
“You know where I stand,
