A mixture of anxiety and excitement churned in Danica's stomach until she felt queasy. With the logical side of her brain and in an attempt at distracting herself, she reiterated why she'd agreed to go back to Fraser's place: She wasn't ready for the night to end. The way she felt when she was with him was fast becoming addictive. Each goodbye became harder, although it was clear they'd see one another again soon.
Going back to his place seemed infinitely more intimate than anything else they had done, even if they simply watched a film and relaxed together. Her palms were coated in a light sheen of sweat as Fraser drove into a quieter, more pleasant part of the city. The two kept conversation through the journey, but the tension in the air was palpable. Every gentle graze of his knuckle
