“That depends,” I tease, “are you going to share about how you carried an alien’s baby, were studied by the government, and then dropped in the desert to rot?”
His warm laugh pulls me toward him, and I’m hopeless to stop myself.
“I don’t have quite that intriguing of a tale, but I might be able to come up with something.”
I’m staring like a love-struck i***t. One minute, I’m flirting. And the next, all I can do is watch his lips move as he talks. I try to breathe in through my nose, attempting to smell his alluring scent.
“Tally,” his voice and his snapping fingers draw me from my stupor and I look away, pretending to have found something more interesting to look at. As if. “Did you sit through a therapy session?”
I bite my lip as I realize I hadn’t even thought about what he might th
