“That’s all I’m asking.”
He meets me with a brief and steamy kiss. As he releases me and slips inside his Explorer, I don’t want to think about how cold I feel without him, but it’s hard not to. The man has a set of lips capable of melting an icy glacier stuffed with penguins, and his heart . . . that’s something altogether different.
I wait on the walkway as he pulls onto the street, halting in place when he rolls past Sauron.
The little bastard is on his bike with a stiff middle finger up in the air. “Sauron, what the hell are you doing?”
“Watching out for my woman,” he tells me, like that excuses his behavior.
“Get back in the house before I tell Gloria and she beats your ass!” I yell.
Even with the doors shut and the windows rolled up, I can hear Evan laughing. The guy is too perfect to be real. But as my phone buzzes in my pocket, and I see the latest text, I’m reminded that my life is far from perfect.