He smiled again, then it happened in slow motion. His eyes held mine for a moment, then looked straight at my lips. Beau lowered his mouth to mine. The touch of his lips felt—different this time. It was a closed mouth kiss. Purely chaste.
But the way it made me clench my lower—parts, felt a lot less than chaste.
“Thank you,” he said as he moved away from me. His hands falling from my face.
“For sure next week?” I asked, my head completely in a Beau-haze at the moment.
He turned his head as he strode toward what looked like a door to the bathroom. “Promise.”
After he shut the door, I threw my body onto Beau’s huge, king size bed.
I was in so much trouble.