Page 12 of Half-Hearted
That was the smile of someone whoknew. Everything. And maybe she did. That would explain why she’d brought a hand to my chest, warm palm resting right over where my heart was flip-flopping all over the place because of her.
I made absolutely no effort to remove it.
“You’re saying that your tongue was inside my mouth… byaccident,” she repeated.
“A simple misplacement of a muscular organ,” I concurred. “It happens.”
“Ah.”
“Glad you understand.”
And then her hand moved. Down.
Fast.
I stopped it just in time, my heart simultaneously leaping into my throat and plummeting to the depths of scorching hell as I clutched her fingers against my abdomen. Everything was fire. “Alexis.”
“Purely accidental,” she teased with that devious little smirk of hers.
I was having a really hard time catching my breath. “You’ve lost it.”
“A simple misplacement of a limb.”
“Fuck’s sake.” My smile was entirely too wide to convey the absolute wreckage she’d made of my insides with that one move. Also, I was laughing too much.
“Glad you understand.”
“You don’t have to be cute about it.”
“I’m cute about everything. Can’t help it.”
I shouldn’t have grinned at that—she definitely didn’t need the encouragement.
“Joel?”
I sighed.
Her smile took on an even cheekier, more mischievous twist. It was my one and only warning. “Have you ever thought about me while you… you know.”
I almost choked on my own tongue. “I beg your pardon?”
“Because I’ve thought about you—” I let her hand go, only so I could press my palm to her mouth instead.
Because holyfuck. “Do.Not. Finish. That. Sentence. Never,everfinish that sentence. Ever.”
She smiled against my palm, brown eyes crinkled happily in their corners.
“I hate you.”
A giggle.
“Not funny.”
“Mphhadlepunny.”
“Way over the line, Lex.”
“Nimphanphmn?”
