He walked up to her, bending slightly so they were at eye level.
"I said I want to be a good person in your thoughts." His voice was low and sultry.
Esther's stomach did a little flip, and she hiccupped. His closeness was killing her. She had never been this close to a guy—at least, not when she wasn't delivering a kick to their head.
He was so close that his breath mingled with hers. It carried the scent of the delicious pie they had just eaten, mixed with a faint whiff of tobacco. Not the cheap kind her neighbors smoked, but the rich, expensive variety that made her, a non-smoker, want to indulge a little. She mentally kicked herself. This was no time for nonsense.
She took a quick step back to put some distance between them, only to feel her back press against the door.
Shit.
From the upward tug of his lips, he seemed amused.
"Well, are you not going to say anything?" he drawled, inching even closer—so close that not even a thread could pass between them.
