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“When you do that, I’m powerless against you.”

“Hmm, so I’m your kryptonite?” he said teasingly.

“Yes, you are.” Her soft tone made him pause, and he pulled back to study her.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“No, it’s not. Sorry, I’m just tired. Plus, I should get back inside and take your order.”

“In a minute. I’ve got Charge in the car, so I’ll have to cut your sugar time short.”

She snorted. “My sugar time?”

“Hell yeah, you complain, but you know you like it.”

“So why do you have Charge with you?” she asked, ignoring his comment.

“I took him for a run, and he absolutely loved it.”

“That’s great.”

“In fact, he’s doing so well, I was thinking of celebrating early. Could we move our dinner on Friday up to tonight?”

“Yes, of course. What do you have going on Friday?”

“Going to work a few extra hours to cover for Bryce.” One last kiss, and he murmured, “I’ll see you inside.”

He jogged out of the alley, the grin on his face actually hurting his cheeks. He felt this way every time he saw Hannah, and he had to admit, the way she could brighten his day was becoming addicting.

IT WAS JUST before seven that evening, and Hannah was getting ready for Blake to pick her up. She’d taken a shower when she got home and pulled on a pink skater dress, pairing it with a floral shrug from Torrid. She slipped on her black heels and finished her hair, her makeup already in place.

She was really nervous, mostly because things had been more intense and intimate each time they were together. She’d been trying to prepare herself for having the talk with Blake about sex and her lack of experience, but there never seemed to be a right time.

Especially when he was kissing her and she couldn’t keep a thought in her head.

Her doorbell rang, and she placed a barking Milo in his cage with a Milk-Bone before answering.

She pulled the door open, and Blake stood on the porch, wearing a sports jacket over a collared shirt, no tie.

“Hi, you look handsome.”

“And you’re beautiful.” He placed a long lingering kiss on her lips that made her shiver all the way down to her curling toes.

“Thank you.”

He led her down the walkway and opened her door like he always did. “How does Thai food sound?”

“Amazing. I haven’t had it in a long time.”

Once he pulled out of the parking lot, his hand fell on her bare knee, and the muscles between her legs clenched and throbbed from just the mere touch. When his thumb slid across her skin, she shivered.

“Are you cold?”

“No,” she said.

Blake’s hand squeezed her knee before slowly sliding up under her skirt. Hannah held her breath, her heart pounding so hard she was sure it was going to bust wide open.

“Blake . . . ”