Chapter Twenty AvaBarrett pulls me into his arms under the warm spray of water, and we just stand there, enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed together.
“Temperature okay?” he asks.
I nod, tightening my arms around his waist, and pressing my cheek against his muscled chest.
This weekend has been amazing, and though I’m sad it’s almost over, I regret nothing.
As Barrett rubs mint body wash over my skin I close my eyes and savor the moment. He’s warm and solid, and so careful with me. It’s refreshing how he seems genuinely interested in what I have to say, how he loves my passion for keeping the factory alive. It’s like he just gets me.
I could so easily fall in love with this man. The thought slams into me with the force of a freight train, screeching and slamming right into the stat
