I wasn't supposed to be there when he came home.
And he definitely wasn't supposed to look at me like that.
I was just house-sitting for my best friend. Feeding the cat. Watering the plants.
But then her dad showed up early — six foot something, broad-shouldered, and way too intense to be standing shirtless in that kitchen.
He told me to leave.
I didn't.
He told me it was a bad idea.
Then he kissed me like he didn't care.
What happened next?
Let's just say I'll never look at that couch the same way again.
