Kissing the Boss
he agreed, nodding, as if worried I might feel the same way.
“But I don’t see why we have to test fate, either,” I surmised, still scared to death of my evil stepmother, no matter what I claimed.
He grinned, big and wide. “It’s like you’re reading my mind.”
“Good.” I nodded, realizing he must be as terrified as I was. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.”
“Totally,” he agreed.
Taking my face between his hands, he pressed his mouth softly against mine, making me melt against him. “I like the skirt,” he said against my lips, thrilling me because he noticed I was finally wearing one… For him.