She couldn't tell if he was serious or just joking.
Isla Prescott's chest tightened. It felt as if a butterfly had landed there, its fluttering wings setting off a chain reaction through her entire body.
The two of them stood on the steps, one higher than the other, the atmosphere between them subtle and charged. Suddenly, an angry shout erupted from behind them. "Are you moving or not? Go be all lovey-dovey somewhere else! You're blocking the path!"
Isla Prescott glanced back and realized that in the few seconds she had paused, a crowd of people had already backed up on the stairs behind them.
It was the evening rush hour, and the commuters, exhausted after a long day, were still simmering with frustration. Having to watch a couple block the stairs while exchanging flirtatious glances like a scene from some romance drama was enough to put anyone in a foul mood.
