Shannon stopped breathing, moving, thinking…

His lips. Her lips. Together. Kissing. Oh.

Thinking would come later. Now was for goose bumps and heat. She’d wanted this so much…it was definitely in the cards.

Nate’s right hand floated near her face before his fingertips brushed the path of her blush up her cheek to her temple. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, then winced slightly. “More than beautiful. How did that happen? When?”

“You went away.”

“And you became a gorgeous woman.”

She doubted she could blush harder. “You came back better, too.”

“Older, at least.” His fingers moved into her hair, carefully, slowly. “Hopefully wiser.”

“Definitely better,” she said, momentarily panicked that wiser meant he knew they shouldn’t be doing this.

“I don’t want to stop.”

She stepped closer to him, letting more of her body press against his.

“No one’s asking you to.…”