Flirting isn’t enough anymore. They need to quench the lust between them — before the movers arrive.
“I just got off work, so I’m going to take a shower, and then I’ll help you straighten up,” Chase says over his shoulder, as he starts to unbutton his shirt. “I really appreciate you helping me get my place back in order before I move.” “It’s no problem.” I resist the urge to bite my lip. “It doesn’t even look that ba-” My foot catches on something and a squeal escapes my lips as I fall forward, very gracefully flailing for anything to catch myself on. Chase catches me before I even fully realize what’s going on, my hands...