That’s what a woman got for not having a supply of chocolate and whipped cream on hand, Cassandra thought ruefully. Cold noodles in gooey cheese and butter slurped off her skin.
She wrinkled her nose, ready to remind him what a failure that had been, taste-wise, when he kissed her.
Deep, intense. Mind-blowing.
Cassandra melted.
Slowly, her lips still clinging to his, he pulled back and arched one brow at his plate.
She wasn’t sure why she didn’t want to. She had no idea where the strength to resist came from, but suddenly it seemed like the most important thing in the world. She needed a little distance, she realized. Some space to get a grip on this…what? It wasn’t a relationship, was it? She didn’t even know his last name. Had no idea what he did for a living. It wasn’t as if the la
