Page 105 of Choosing Stella

“That’s distracting.”

“You’re finished decorating.”

“That doesn’t make it less distracting.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

I turned in his arms.

“No.”

His arms tightened slightly, and warmth moved low through me.

I slid my arms around his neck.

“You can do better than that.”

I leaned in, and he met me halfway, slowly at first and then not slowly at all.

I pressed closer until his body was solid against mine and his fingers spread over my lower back.

When we finally pulled apart, I was breathing harder.

“That was better.”

“I’m glad I met the standard.”

“You’re improving.”

“I’ve had practice.”

“You’ve had almost two months to improve.”

His gaze stayed on mine a beat longer.

Geo let go and stepped back.

“Stay here.”

I blinked.

“That sounded ominous.”

“It wasn’t.”

“You’re making it worse.”

He walked toward the other side of the room.

I watched him open a drawer in the narrow table beneath the window.

The strange flicker from earlier returned.

Silver.

White light.

A flash so quick I couldn’t hold on to it.