Ignite

You and your rugged sexuality better scoot over,” I whispered. “Unless you want to be responsible for making me pass out on this plane. I’m not sure that flight attendant knows CPR.” “It’s okay,” he said, lowering his lips all the way to my ear so they touched my skin when he spoke. “I’m really good at mouth-to-mouth.” Holy shit.

Nope,” I said, closing my eyes. I should probably go back to sleep. That sounded like a good idea. “I’m pretty sure it’s Dean’s rugged sexuality interfering with the machines.

He was wearing glasses. Who was he, Clark Kent? No one looked this good all the time. It just wasn’t possible.

I love you, Lauren Lindsay. I want to kiss you more than I want to breathe, but I don’t want you to think you’re just another notch in my belt. You’re not. You’re it for me. I want you to have everything and I want to make sure I’m good enough for you. You deserve more than who I was.

I’m so proud of you,” I said over her shoulder. “I’m so proud of you that I’m going to stop at the store on my way home.” Callie pulled back. “Why?” “Because,” I told her. “I’m going to bake you a cake.” “You suck at baking,” she said. This was true. “Okay,” I said, “I’m going to buy you a cake.” “Cool.

Lauren,” Kenzie managed finally as she dramatically fanned herself, and then me. “You did not just meet him last night.” “No really,” I said when I could speak. “He kind of swept me off my feet. Literally.

The second our eyes met, I knew something has changed. Kenzie was right. He looked at me like he could see into my very soul, and it felt as if I couldn’t breathe.

I never wanted to kiss anyone more than I did when Dean Powell opened his beautiful, sleepy eyes and looked at me.