Chapter 55 (1/2)

do.” She pokes at her leg and I get distracted by a small freckle in the center of her thigh.

Her shorts are so short, and my eyes follow the freckle, up to another one, to another one. It’s like the brown speckles have aligned perfectly to form a trail to the edge of her shorts. It’s only human nature to follow the dots.

She turns slightly and looks at her own ass and thighs. “But I like to keep some things the way they are.”

I’m sweating.

I may pass out from the rise in temperature induced by the pushing of her ass out slightly, subtly. And because now I’m staring at the back of her thighs. Her hand grabs a chunk of her own flesh of her ass and she looks at me.

I look away, I have to.

I should speak.

I should say something cool back to her.

Problem is, I can’t think of anything remotely cool to say, and I don’t want her to think that I’m thinking that she’s thinking . . .

Dammit, I’m overthinking again.

“Especially when I bake for a living and a hobby,” she continues, as if she had not just discombobulated my brain. “I would rather go without Wi-Fi than sweets.” She turns back to me, and somehow I manage to not return to the freckles on the front of her thighs.

Her declaration is serious and I can tell by the way she’s bugging her eyes out and pursing her lips that she means business.

I almost pretend that I’m one of those trendy techy people who immediately ask for the Wi-Fi password wherever they go, but after last night, I don’t have the energy to pretend much of anything.

“You make it sound like this is life or death,” I tease.