“I sigh. “So now what? Can I possibly tell you to go home and forget about this? Is there any way that I can avoid us forming some peppy group of—” Before my mouth can finish, I lean forward and groan into my hands. Carmel gets it first, and laughs. “A peppy group of ghostbusters?” she asks.”

“His mouth is so close to mine, I feel his warm breath on my lips. “Right now, all I’m thinking about is how I’m going to get you in my bed so I can show you all the ways I can make you come.” Umm … yes, please and thank you.”

“If I ask her tonight she is going to say 'omg what now, bitchlet?" before I even get the words out of my mouth.”

“Right now, all I'm thinking about is how I'm going to get you in my bed so I can show you all the ways I can make you come.”

“So, what would you like to drink?” “Aside from you?” I laughed anxiously. “You can’t drink me.” He leaned forward, his eyes running up and down my body, causing my skin to heat. “Yes, I believe I can. And I believe I will. But for now, I’ll just have a Bombay and tonic.”

“He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled."You smell so good in the rain," he explained."In a good way, or in a bad way?" I asked cautiously.He sighed. "Both, always both.”