"Are you doubtin' me, Tommy Gavin?"

Surely not. He must be smarter than that.

The corners of her eyes crinkle, and just as quickly her expression settles into one of longing. She drinks him in, fingers ghosting along his jaw. Tilting her chin forward the few inches it takes to catch his mouth, she kisses him; soft, warm, lingering. A quiet moan caught between them.

And then, hand snaking down his chest, tugging at the hem of his shirt—





She tickles his belly.