"Close your eyes, Megs." I felt his breath warmly tickle my ear and his firm body press against my back. "They're closed, I swear." The giggle bubbled in my throat. Brandon tutted but mirrored my laughter with his own, that deep rich chuckle that always made my stomach flutter to hear it. "You're peeking, I can tell." Reaching up, he placed his palms over my eyes, plunging me into darkness with the warmth of his hands.
He'd been right. I had been peeking. It was just too much to keep my eyes closed; I never could resist the temptation. Manoeuvring me forward down the hallway, he removed one hand momentarily to push on the kitchen door - yes, I was still peeking - and we shuffled together into the room, where he stopped me just inside the doorway. "Okay," he said softly. "Now you can look.
