CHAPTER TWENTY

"I love your smell," she muttered out of the blue. "I mean, the perfume or whatever you're using; don't get the wrong ideas." She gazed up at him, blushing.

"Really now?" Ryan coaxed an eyebrow. "Maybe I could bring you the bottle of my cologne one of these days if you like it that much—that way you can smell me all day long," he teased.

Claire pulled back, scowling. "You're so creepy, you know? Who said I want to smell you all day long?" She giggled at the idea.

It was thrilling, actually.

"Don't you?" Ryan's eyes narrowed at her, a certain gleam pertained through them.

"No?" Claire huffed, averting her gaze.

Jeez, why was he so hot? She blew some air to stop devouring his lips that she so badly wanted to kiss.

"Are you sure?" Ryan smiled and slowly took a hold of her chin, drawing her face closer.

She acquiesced, glancing back at him, and nodded. "You have the most beautiful lips," he breathed, stroking her cheek gently.

Oh, and his were just perfect! Claire breathed heavily inside