Jonas raised an eyebrow at Francesca’s comment that they had nothing better to do than read the text on empty bottles, and it made her blush.
“You really can’t think of anything better to do than read the labels on empty bottles?”
Her cheeks remained scarlet and it became one of those moments where Jonas felt as if she was extraordinarily innocent beneath the surface.
“I wasn’t going to make assumptions about whether you feel right sleeping together or not. But I do want you, for what it’s worth.”
Jonas smiled, and it made Francesca’s heart beat faster. He stood up, and she looked up at him through her striking amber eyes. He reached down and ran his hands through her hair.
“I want you, too. I don’t like thinking about the fact I’m not the last person you were with. It makes me fee
