At the moment, all she could see was his profile, and it wasn’t telling her anything. On the deck, though, his expression had suggested he wanted to kiss her. And although she shouldn’t want him to kiss her because they were friends and friends didn’t kiss, she couldn’t think of much else.
“I spend so much time in an office, I sometimes forget how much I love the outdoors.” He stopped not far from the sandcastle they helped Reese build earlier. Although the buckets and shovels were still near the structure, at least for the moment the girl was gone. Leah guessed she’d gone up to get lunch along with the other party guests. “If not for you, I’d be sitting inside an office right now. Thanks again for inviting me,” he continued.
Gavin released her hand. The loss of physical contact was an unpleasant jolt to her system. Leah was about to reach for it again when he moved, blocking the view of everything but him. Face-to-face, he settled a large hand on either side of her waist, and an almost tangible energy buzzed between them.
He’s got to feel it too. I can’t be the only one.
She fought the urge to reach out and trace his lips with her finger and instead curled her hands into fists by her sides, perhaps the safest place for them at the moment. “I’m glad you came.” Much like on the deck, she barely recognized her voice.
Slowly he lowered his face toward hers. “Trust me, there is no other place I want to be.” He brushed his lips against hers. The kiss was gentle and undemanding, yet it sent her emotions into a whirlwind, and she reached for him.
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