“I like your cookies,” I said.
She tipped her head back, her eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”
I lifted a shoulder. “It means I like your cookies.”
She watched me for a moment before that adorably evil grin spread across her face. “You didn’t think you would, right? It’s killing you to admit it.”
I stared at her mouth. “There are a lot of things killing me right now.”
Sunny looked down to where I stroked the German shepherd’s head now. His tail thumped against the floor. “Tell me two of them.”
Sunny was beautiful. I’d known that since the first morning, but seeing her up close like this turned my heart into a racehorse and that was enough to sweep every rational thought from my mind. I didn’t need self-preservation and I didn’t need to know better when I was right here. I didn’t need a damn thing.
I brought my hand to her jaw, pressing my thumb to her top lip. “One,” I said, groaning at the feel of her against my skin. I dragged my thumb to her bottom lip and died a little when I felt her tongue flick over me. “Two.”
