Chapter 13 Will You Marry Me?

• His hand snakes under the hem of my shirt and finds its way underneath. He rubs circles into the skin of my stomach, causing me to squirm. He trails his hand further up my thigh, pressing me against the edge of the chair.
• I moan and bite down on his lower lip. He moans into my mouth and his thumb brushes across the side of my breast. I arch my back as another shiver runs through me. He pulls away suddenly and turns off the stove.
• I watch him suspiciously as he goes back to the table, grabs a glass, pours himself some water, downs it in one go, and then pours me a drink.