Page 65 of Snap Shot

“And so, what? Okay, I've thought about it.” Correction: fantasized many, many times.“But we can't do anything.”

“Why not?” Landon pouts and furrows his brows like a shar-pei puppy.

“Uh, hello! I could lose my job, for one. I could be disbarred” —I count on my fingers— “it's a huge liability for your career.”

“I'll risk it.” The sentence has a scary level of finality.

“Don't be a smartass.” I slide to the right, but he follows, bracketing those strong arms against the wall to trap me.

“I'm not.” His smirk disappears. “I like you.”

“Likeme? You don't know me.” My arms flail. “We just became friends again, like,yesterday.”

“And then you spooned me.” The bastard knew! “I'd consider that more than friendly.”

“That was an accident, a mistake. I was unconscious.”

“Make more mistakes, then.” When he takes another step, the mint on his breath gusts onto my cheeks. “Trust me, Indi. I know what I like.”

“Is that so?” Arms crossing in defiance and disbelief, I stand my ground. He doesn't like me. Not likethat. I'm a warm body. “And what do you like?” Other than pissing me off.

“I like your eyes.”

“Original.” I tap my finger on the opposite, twined bicep.

“I like your smile.”

I prepare some snark, but he doesn't give me enough time.

“The sincere one. You get these moon-shaped dimples that are sofuckingadorable.”

I’m adorable?

“Actually, I like your sarcastic smile, too.”

My insides are as molten as Landon's gaze.

“I like how your chin juts up when you speak with confidence” —the crook of his finger hooks under my chin and lifts— “I like how compliments make you blush.”

Heat rushes to my cheeks, breaths ragged and shallow.

“Yes,fuck, exactly like that.God, it drives me insane.” He sweeps a hand through his hair and tugs at the nape, dipping his head until our foreheads nearly touch.

Hands balling at my sides, I recoil into the wall, though there's nowhere to go.

“Going crazy wondering if that gorgeous blush spreads downward.” His eyes rake over my shaky torso and he's right.

The blush does spread, hot blood going south. I hate that I'm wet.

Landon continues, dropping his fist above my head. “I like that you're sharp as hell. And I like your smart mouth.” Wetting his lips, he lowers to my ear to whisper, “I have so many ideas about how to make it shut up.”

A long beat passes while I snap out of it.

“Wow.”

At the bite in my tone, Landon retreats a few inches.

I do a slow clap despite sweaty palms. “You're as charming as you play on TV.”

---