Chapter 33
- At this moment, Naomi’s heart was counting the petals like a flustered schoolgirl plucking daisies in a fairytale let him kiss, don’t let him kiss… let him kiss… don’t let him…
- But the fantasy burst with a crisp “click.”
- Her lashes fluttered open just as Yul leaned forward, fastening her seat belt with an intimacy that made her breath catch. His clean, cool scent brushed across her cheek before it retreated.