Chapter Eight
The tension in the cab could be cut with a knife. Maddie slid a glance over to Blake. He clenched the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles glowed in the dashboard lights. She could swear he was grinding his teeth.
Would you be slippery and wet for me? Hell yes. Her insides were ten kinds of twitchy, and God did she enjoy kissing him. But that didn’t mean it was the right or smart thing to do. Kissing him was reckless, impulsive, and… absolutely pointless.
The most she could ever hope from kissing Blake Sinclaire was an occasional homecoming hookup, which was totally not her style, or a broken heart. Neither were suitable options, so she’d just have to do her best to ignore the electricity zinging around her body every time she was near him.
Like now.
“Stop thinking, Madd
