Page 70 of One Night Puck (Las Vegas Angels 3)

“Yay,” she said in a soft, sweet, adorable voice.

Once she found chapter eight, we settled in to read.

After a few minutes, I nudged her. “Lex?”

“Mh hmm? Give me a sec, I’m almost done with this page and then I’ll turn it.”

I bent my head to the top of hers and inhaled a deep breath.

God, she smelled so good.

Like fucking Heaven.

“Look at me,” I said and nudged her again.

She tilted her head. “What?”

“Thanks for the book. That was really nice of you.” I stared into her eyes.

Her eyes that sparkled back in the candlelight. “I know, right? I’ve been waiting to read this forever,” she said in an excited voice.

So goddamn cute.

I let my fingers brush back a few strands of wild hair from her face.

“I’m not talking about the book. I’m talking about you.”

“Oh.” Her eyes drifted down to my lips. “You’re welcome.”

Then she cuddled back into me, and we went back to reading.