Blurb in 50
He towered over me, mouth quirking in a grin. ”I’ve never met a girl who just likes to be touched*.”
I stood, smiling, and held out my hand. ”Nice to meet you.”
His hand curled warmly around mine, sparks shooting up my elbow as his eyes crinkled with shared laughter and promises.
*(”love language.” as opposed to “buying stuff,” etc.)
