He didn’t touch me. Didn’t need to. The heat radiating off his body was enough.

“I think you do.” His gaze dropped to my mouth. Lingered. “I think you’ve been thinking about this since Monday. Since you caught that coffee mug and looked at me like you wanted to see if I’d catch you the same way.”

My breath caught. He’d noticed. Of course he’d noticed.

“That was… I was just…”

“You were perfect.” His hand lifted slowly, giving me time to move. I didn’t. His knuckles brushed along my jaw. “And when I shook your hand, you looked at me like you were thinking about what else these hands...