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240 pages, ebook
First published January 16, 2017
“Christ, Grace. If you don’t want me on your list of suitors, just put me out of my fucking misery so I can get on with the status quo. But if there’s any part of you that—”
She reached across the table and grabbed his hand. “Wait!” she finally said, her palm icy cold against his heated flesh.
“You’re freezing,” he said.
Her cheeks flushed, and she shook her head.
“Nervous.”
He smiled and raised a brow. “I make you nervous?”
She let out a shaky laugh.“You make me…lots of things.”
Her hand still rested on his, the heat between them mingling so that she didn’t feel so cold anymore.
“Like what?” he asked.
“You want a list?”
He nodded. “I really do.”
She let out a long breath. “Okay. Yes. You make me nervous. But you also make me smile.”
This made him smile even broader. “Right back at ya.”
She looked down at their touching hands and then back into his eyes. “You make me warmer.”
He laughed.
“And drier,” she added. “Thanks to my new umbrella.” But then her smile faltered a little, and she squeezed his hand. “You make me feel safer than I’ve felt in a long time. Is that weird to say after meeting such a short time ago? I just get this feeling that I can trust you. That you wouldn’t do to me what…”
She trailed off and was quiet for a second. Jeremy flipped his hand over so he could squeeze hers back. Fuck protocol, if there even was one for this situation.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen in the next few months,” he said. “But I can tell you one thing. As your friend, as whatever I might be when it comes time for you to decide who you want, you’ll always be safe with me, Grace. And it kills me that anyone made you feel otherwise.”
“I want it to be you, too,” she blurted, and he could hear the tremble in her voice. Because here they were, six days into their friendship, admitting it might not be enough, that there might be something more brewing beneath the surface.
She chewed her bottom lip, and then her expression broke into the biggest, most beautiful smile he’d ever seen, and Jeremy knew he was in deeper than he’d ever meant to go. Yet he had no intention of swimming back to the surface.
“I’d give my right hand to kiss you right now,” he said, his voice low and hoarse.