As if they'd been caught in the act of committing a crime, both of them leaped back in shock as if jolted by an electric shock.

Startled, their eyes meet but they both look away instantly.

Kingsley scratches the back of his head uncomfortably.

Before he can say another word, Louisa blurts, “I'll get it!” and hurries to the door.

With a trembling breath, Kingsley sits down at the edge of the couch and runs a hand through his hair.

The kiss–or near kiss–whatever it was, still pounds in his heart.

Nervously, Louisa straightens her baggy sweater and peers through the peephole.

When she sees the person waiting outside, her...