Carmen wasn't sure if she heard him wrong or if she heard him right, or if she was going deaf or just being haunted by an overactive imagination. He was joking.
He had to be making a joke.
Or she was dreaming. Yes. This was all a lovely, cute dream, one that she was going to wake up to in a few damn seconds.
Due to her concern, she didn't hear his movement, didn't even feel his approach, that is until she felt the heat radiating inches behind her and noticed a pair of large, strong hands that settled on her waist. Familiar hands, the same ones that had touched the same waste the night before.
No, this was not a dream, it couldn't be.
She grabbed the counter in front of her, her breathing shaky. He was standing close, very close.
He came closer.
- M-Manuel?
He did not answer. Instea
