Page 66 of The Spring in My Heart

Her eyes are bottomless, like a green tunnel, as she looks at me. “So good. I need this recipe.”

I shake my head. “We can only pass it on to other Dominicans.”

“Then you just need to make me come every time I want it.”

I freeze for a second, and then my cock twitches. Did I hear her right?

“I’m sorry. What did you say?”

She frowns. “I said you’ll have to come and make it for me every time I want it.”

“Oh. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you right.”

She pushes a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry. It was a joke. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You didn’t. I just didn’t hear you.”

She tilts her head. “You seem uncomfortable.”

“No. Just disappointed.”

Oh fuck.

“Why?”

“No reason. I didn’t mean to say that. I should probably go.” I stand and grab my bag.

She intercepts me at the stairs. “I’ll walk you out.”

I shake my head. “You don’t have to.”

Then she smiles. It’s soft and stretches her lips. “Are you nervous?”

Nervous? Me? No, just horny and dying to kiss you. “No. I just need to get going.”

“Ah, okay. I’m sorry.” She takes a step toward me, and it takes all of me to not to step back. “I just want to thank you for being there for me earlier.”

“I didn’t do anything, just helped you arrange stuff.”

“Not only that part but for listening and for this hot chocolate. I can’t believe I told you all of that. I don’t even like talking about it. It meant a lot how understanding and great you were, and it helped more than you know.”

I lean a little toward her. I can’t help it. It’s the smile, the eyes, the way her body calls out to me. “I like that you trust me. That’s what friends are for.”

“Friends.” She offers me her hand, and I grab it in mine.

She moves a step closer, climbing on her toes and pressing a kiss against my cheek, way too close to the corner of my mouth. The contact is electric, and the feel of her lips travels all over my skin, my left hand resting at her waist.

And she hums.

Because she must feel it like I do.

Let her go, Oliver.

She pulls back a little, pressing another kiss, this time on the corner of my lips. My reflex is to pull her against my chest.

And we are facing each other, her breath fanning my lower lip.

I need to let her go.

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