Rebecca POV:

Matthew's large hand reached out and I was as stiff as if I had been held by magic, unable to move a muscle.

His fingertips landed on the corner of my mouth and wiped it lightly.

"Tastes pretty good."

Matthew withdrew his hand and pulled a napkin from inside the box of tissues next to him and wiped it.

It was at this point that I realised he was wiping the cream off the corner of my mouth.

A face flushed red.

Catherine and the children were still sitting across the table, and his gesture was too...flirty.

I sat up straighter and looked down to clean up the...