Page 68 of Trick or Stalk

I'm standing in the middle of a bookstore holding a book with a half-naked man on it while listening to Presley warn herself not to fall for me.

I can’t imagine the shit Wilder would give me.

I put the book back.

Then immediately notice I've shoved it into the mystery section.

I stare at it. “Whatever.”

“That's definitely not where that goes.”

My head whips to the sound. Presley stands at the end of the aisle.

Fuck.

Her arms are folded across her chest, amusement dancing in her beautiful eyes.

“I was going to fix it.”

She raises her brows. “Were you?”

“No.”

She walks toward me, her grin widening. “I appreciate the honesty.”

Every step brings that soft scent closer.

My attention drops to her mouth.

Don't stare at her lips. You're already thinking about kissing her.

I force my eyes upward.

She reaches around me and takes the book from the shelf. For one second, she's close enough that her arm brushes mine.

My body tightens, fighting the urge to grab her. To push her against the bookcase and kiss her until she’s breathless.

She doesn't seem to notice.

Or maybe she does, because her cheeks turn pink again.

I like that too fucking much.

She looks at the cover, then at me. Her lips twitch.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“That's not a nothing face.”

“I'm just surprised.”

“By?”

She turns the book around. The shirtless asshole is still there. “This.”

I stare at her.