Chapter Eight
Boone
The sound of Grace’s giggle, and the way she shivered slightly in my arms made me feel like a fist squeezed around my heart. I hadn’t forgotten Grace was ticklish. Yet, I had pushed that memory deep into the recesses of my mind, in a closet where the door was kept locked, and I could forget about it.
I loosened my grip on her hair, letting my hands slide down her spine and over the lush curve of her bottom as I tugged her a little closer. I couldn’t resist lightly grazing my teeth on the sensitive, sweet-tasting skin on her neck again.
She giggled again, the sound tightening the fist around my heart. Then, she stiffened slightly, and I knew she realized she’d let her guard down.
Back in high school, Grace had been a challenge, one I wanted to win. So proper, so but
