Chapter 62
- He chuckles. “Thank god.” He kisses me again as the air swirls between us. Screw the date—let’s just go back upstairs right now. “I got you a drink.”
- I look down to see two margaritas on the bar. “My favorite,” I reply as I slide onto the stool beside him.
- His eyes hold mine, his chin leaning on his hand as he smiles dreamily over at me. “You’re my favorite.”