“It’s not so bad with the hot tea mug helping me stay warmish,” Emily said, pulling her hands away from his to lean over him and grab her mug of mint tea from the porch railing. She started to slip from the porch swing as she lost her footing, and CJ wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his firm, muscular chest. His cool blue eyes meeting her shocked green ones, he wanted to lean down and kiss her. To see if she tasted as good as she smelled to him.
Emily looked up at him as the sparks got worse, filling her with a heat that made her feel guilty. She shouldn't be feeling this way after being with Vincent.
“What are you doing?” Vincent asked angrily, his voice a low growl from the backdoor, his full lips pressed into a thin line and his normally tan skin drained of al
