Chapter 52

• Dane was right. It had been hours. The sun had already sunk beneath the horizon and the moon hung high in the sky. The stars danced and their sparkle kept catching my eye. But nothing held my attention as much as Dane’s chiseled, tattooed back. When we walked into the kitchen, he lifted me and placed me on the counter. He hadn’t given me a shirt or let me change before he dragged me downstairs. So the cool counter top against the back of my thighs caused goosebumps to break out across my skin. He stood right beside me with a bowl of meat and had already finished peeling and chopping potatoes into thin little cubes.
• “How do smash burgers and fries sound?” Dane asked.
• “Like a food orgasm,” I groaned.