““You do realize that means you’re officially off the market.” I say, poking him in the hard stomach. The warm, wide palms of his hands cup my face and my breath hitches. “Baby, I’ve been off the market since the moments these cheeks turned the sexiest shade of pink.” Heat flares under my skin and I avert my gaze. “And when was that?” “When I caught you eye-fucking me.” I shove him and he lets go of my face. “I did not.” He laughs loudly and squeezes me against him. “You did. Admit it.””
