“NO PROB.” HE LET HER hand go, taking a slice of toast, consuming it in four clean-cut bites as he leaned back in the chair, faking a cool-headed exterior. Truthfully, he was nervous as hell. For one thing, Lil kept staring at him: his chest, his legs, his shorts—the front of his shorts, more precisely. It made him uneasy.
The other thing was, he found himself staring right back at her. Her snug jeans hugging her hips, thighs and perfect little ass. The T-shirt she wore tucked in accentuating her full breasts. When had Lil developed full breasts? Her halo of cinnamon curls shining atop her head and framing her smooth, pretty face void of any concealing make-up.
He couldn’t get the feel of her out of his body as he had pressed up against her while she stood at the counter less than five m
