He reached out to brush a lock of hair off her cheek

Ava’s pulse jumped higher at the brief contact of skin on skin. Oh, no. This was bad.

“I’m definitely coming over.” Jake smiled at her. “You’ll need me around to poke you awake.”

Poking? There would be no poking. Ava yanked her mind out of the gutter. “Wouldn’t you rather have the night to yourself?”

“No.” He was good, but she saw the way his eyes flicked down her body and back up.

Her breath caught in her throat then and she had to look away before she did something crazy like lean forward and kiss him.

“Ava.”

Again, with her name. She could smell the mint of his toothpaste. If she leaned back now, she would be sending a clear message. Hands off. No entrance. Keep your distance.

“You okay?”

No, she was not okay. So, so not okay.

She let her purse fall to the floor and leaned forward.