I fumble for my keys. My fingers are clumsy from the cold, and also from— No, just the cold. Definitely not from his proximity.
“Thank you,” I manage to splutter. “For the ride.”
It’s only when I look up that I realize exactly how close we’re standing. I could count every individual fiber in Lukas’s beard from here. His breath fogs in the cold air between us.
His gaze drops to my mouth. Lingers there.
My lips part. I don’t mean for them to; they just do.
And as they do, the dream rushes back. His thumb pressing against my lower lip… Open… Good girl… The taste of salt and mint…
He reaches out. For a second, I think he’s going to touch my face. My heart stops.
But his hand descends. He pries the keys from my uncooperative fingers and unlocks the door himself, then pushes it open to re
