Should she invite him in?

Would he make a move? Should she make a move?

She stumbled from the truck and grabbed the door. Taking a deep breath, she made a decision and strode toward him.

He met her halfway and took her in his arms before she uttered one word. Wedging a knuckle beneath her chin, he tilted her head back and sealed his lips over hers. The taste of the tiramisu on his mouth made the kiss even sweeter.

If her knees felt weak before, they were positively jelly now. She sagged against him, wrapping her arms around his neck. How would they ever make it inside?

When they finally pulled apart, West said, “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t wait any longer.”