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“Already?” I scramble to my feet. “Wow.”
“Time flies when you’re doing what you love.” Ian flexes his fingers. “Can I have some water?”
“Yeah sure.” I head to the fridge and return seconds later.
He takes the water from me with a smile and downs it in a few gulps.
“Thank you.”
I take the glass from him. “What do you plan to do during your stay here? I’m sure you didn’t set out to help me.”
He sits on the couch. “Just some work.” Another vague response.
“Oh. Work made you come back? I thought you missed home. Your mom.”
He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “What do you think about redecorating?”
“Huh?” I glance around the room. “What’s wrong with this?”
“I’m talking about the shop.”
I take a seat on the couch far from him and start studying him. Why’s he so keen on changing the subject?
“Let’s start with,” he smiles, and I smile back, “a new color theme.”
I glance at the time. Eleven pm.
“I’m sorry for keeping you here this late,” I say.
“You didn’t. I chose to.”
“Yeah, but why?”
He glances up from my phone.
“Because I offered to help.”
“I know. I’m just wondering why you did.”
“I already answered that question.”
“Thank you.”
Before I can pause to dwell on what he’s about to do, he moves closer and runs a hand through my hair. I glance down. My thigh is almost touching his, but I make no move to put space between us, and neither does he. His hand falls from my hair. His gaze drops to my lips.
“Ian.”
His face is close to mine, so close that I can feel his breath.
“What?” His voice is low. I swallow, staring at his mouth. His face moves a fraction of an inch closer. I gulp down air, digging my nails into my jeans. I want to grab him and draw him close to me, to feel his muscles rippling beneath my hands.
But I’m not drunk…
“It’s late—”
His lips are pressed against mine in a split second. He pulls back, and our eyes meet. His eyes darken. Taking a deep breath, I lean forward. My lips part before we kiss again. Another surprisingly soft, tender kiss. He runs his warm hands to the nape of my neck as his tongue prods my lower lip. Without thinking, I grant him access. He takes advantage of it immediately, wrapping his other arm around my waist and teasing my tongue with his.
His hand moves from my neck to my breasts, swollen from my arousal. A tinge of pleasure shoots through me as his fingers caress me through the thin fabric of my blouse. His tongue flicks across mine. I press my tongue against his mouth in response, wrapping my hands over his shoulders. I flinch a little when he digs his hand under my top.
