He gazed at her mouth, his eyes soft.
Paige swallowed. “What? Do I have something on my mouth?” She wiped her lips with the back of her blanket. “Tell me. Don’t have me out here looking crazy.”
“Actually, you look good in marshmallow lipstick.”
Paige grinned. “And your marshmallow is on fire.”
“Shit.” Andrew lifted his stick and blew on the marshmallow. “Oh wait, this is salvageable.” Eyeing him skeptically, she watched as he gently peeled off the skin. Once he was finished, he held it up. “See. I can re-roast this one.” He turned his attention back to the fire and she turned her attention back to him.
When he was done, he took his marshmallows and squished them between the chocolate and graham crackers he’d prepared earlier. He took a big bite.
Nodding, he pointed at his s’more. “This is the bomb.”
Paige didn’t think she could stop smiling if she tried. She didn’t want to, because he looked so damn hot doing simple things, like eating s’mores. “Now I’m jealous,” she told him. “I want one.”
“Want a bite?” He held the rest of his treat out to her.
“Nope, I’m doing good. Only marshmallows. No graham crackers. And definitely no chocolate.”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “You’re missing out.”
Paige’s glance flitted between his eyes, the teasing smile on his lips, and the gooey s’more in his hand. Grumbling a curse, she snatched it from him and bit into it. “Oh my God,” she said around a mouthful of deliciousness. “I think you missed your calling.”
Chuckling, he said, “Nah, I just happen to have a mother who liked to camp with us when we were kids.”
She wiped her lips. “And here I thought you were a scout or something.”
Andrew snickered. “Hell no. One month in Troop 838 was enough for me to know that wasn’t my thing.”
He leaned over, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip and stealing her breath in the process. Stunned silent, Paige traced the same spot with her fingers, as he went on about the business of marshmallow roasting. Basically, he’d seared her with one simple touch, igniting a fire in her as hot as the fire in front of them.
“Want another s’more?” he asked, pulling her from her thoughts. “Or just plain.”
“Plain,” she croaked, licking her bottom lip. “Extra golden.”
He smiled. “You got it.”
Leaning back against her chair, she stared at the water. “You’re always like this,” she said, on a sigh.
He chuckled. “Like what?”
“Calm, steady, logical. You never really lose your temper or even raise your voice.”
“I did yesterday.”
Paige smiled. “It was a tense situation.”
“That’s a way to look at it.” He sucked in a deep breath, and handed her the stick.
Pulling a piece of her marshmallow from the stick, she said, “How do you look at it?”
Andrew closed the bag of marshmallows and relaxed into his chair. “Tense, but preventable.”
Paige raised a brow. “If you’d not acted the way you did?”
“Mostly that.”
She ate her marshmallow and picked up her glass of wine. Tucking her feet under her butt, she shot him a sidelong glance, only to find him watching her. “What?”
