He couldn’t make himself look away. Her lips were soft and full and a little bit naughty. And when she smiled like she was now, as if she had a secret guaranteed to rock his world right off its axis, all he could think about was being a part of hers. About kissing her again, soft and languid, taking his time to make it a real fireworks and mind-blowing kind of event, where thinking went out the window and all he could do was feel. Damn it, he wanted to feel. Being with Shay was like spinning out of control. It was exciting and terrifying and so damn addictive he’d be crazy to go there. She made him want to live in the moment, without regard for the future. And it was that exact train of thinking that had destroyed his life in San Francisco—destroyed several lives—and brought him back home. Impulsiveness and unpredictability, even when laced with good intentions, had the potential to turn bad.
