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“So, no more friend zone.” “I hate the goddamn friend zone.” His dark eyes are on mine, taking in every expression on my face, in that serious way he’s always had that makes my toes curl. “I’m not going to tell you that I don’t want to see more of you.” He blows out a breath, as if he’s immensely relieved. “Just no big displays of affection at my job, okay?” “I can do that.” He nods and releases me long enough to flip the patties. “You know, I still haven’t kissed you.” “You just kissed my hand.” “I haven’t nibbled on those plump lips or tasted your mouth. I haven’t gripped your hair while I kiss you. I haven’t heard the noises you make or felt you shiver in my hands.” Bridger is a dirty talker. Holy crap, who knew? Not me. I might have fought harder back in the day if I had. Who am I kidding? No, I wouldn’t have. I wouldn’t have known what to do with him, and my shyness would have gotten the best of me. I’m not feeling shy now. He slips cheese on the patties and closes the lid, then looks my way. He’s not touching me at all, but his words are imprinted on my skin, and I have goose bumps all over my body. “Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and I’ll forget that my daughter is ten yards away and wide awake.” “How am I looking at you?” “Like you want me.” Continue reading WHEN WE BURN Free in Kindle Unlimited! 📚 www.amazon.com/dp/B0D9YYQ5MK