C13 The Six Months Proposal

“Careful,” he said gently.

Derek picked up a serviette and dabbed the corner of my mouth where a trace of water lingered. His movements slowed… then stopped entirely as our eyes met.

My gaze dropped traitorously to his lips… my heart skipped.

I shouldn’t be feeling this.

“Thanks,” I murmured, taking the serviette from him and wiping my mouth properly. “I’m fine.”

“Sure