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HANNAH WAS VERY aware of Blake and the fact that she’d been rubbing down his bare chest less than a half hour ago. What the hell had possessed her to do that? Especially when it had led to his mouth doing those delicious things . . .

God, her palms were sweating. She’d messed around with guys in the past, but it had never gone too far, mostly just because she hadn’t been that into it. She was always afraid of a parent walking in, and after that, she’d just never gotten that passionate, oh-my-God-I-want-him-so-bad feeling her friends had described, so she’d always pulled the plug before it got beyond third base.

But she definitely felt that for Blake.

She grabbed two Cokes from the kitchen and let Milo out of his cage, shooting him a dirty look. “Be nice.”

He gave her those soft, innocent brown eyes, and she melted.

When she came into the living room, Blake was looking over her bookshelf, his back to her.

“I hope Coke is okay.”

He turned, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing at the large picture of a Pomeranian on the front of the shirt and the words I LOVE MY POM-POM underneath.

“Go ahead, laugh it up.” He was smiling as he reached for the can she held out to him.

“I’m sorry. I use it as a sleep shirt mostly, and I’ve just never imagined a man actually wearing it.”

“You sleep in this?” Blake’s tone had taken on a gravelly note, and she swallowed.

“Sometimes, if it’s hot.”

Speaking of hot, had she turned up the heat, or was the air between them just charged?

“Wanna watch a movie?” she asked.

“Sure, I’m good with that.”

They sat down on the couch, and Hannah took off her boots. She grabbed the remote and turned on Amazon, searching through the new releases.

“Here, you pick something. I’m good with anything.”

Blake scrolled through and stopped on a comedy. “How about this?”

Hannah wasn’t a fan of one of the actors but just shrugged. “Sure.”

He clicked play and settled back into the couch, his arm stretched along the back behind her. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she sat a little away from him, her feet planted firmly on the ground.

She felt him move before the warmth of his breath brushed her ear and neck. “You can relax.”

His arm wrapped around her shoulders and snuggled her into his side. Hannah tucked her legs up onto the couch and leaned her head on Blake’s shoulder.

As the movie played, Hannah was very aware of Blake’s fingers stroking her arm through the thin fabric of her dress.

There was a sound from the porch, and Blake stood up, waving her back down.

“I’ve got it. Besides, you look too good right now. Don’t want to have the pizza guy drooling all over the pizza when he sees you.”

Hannah’s cheeks heated up as she watched Blake open up the front door and pau

se.

“Um, Hannah? It’s not the pizza guy.”

Hannah jumped up and came to stand behind Blake.

On the front porch were her mom and dad, holding on to a plastic bag and staring at Blake as if he was an alien.