Intense. Sure. That was one word for it. More like we’d both been doused in rocket fuel then lit on fire. “Yeah, I'll say.” I prayed for some semblance of control. “C'mon. I'll take you back to the party, and from now on I'll be a perfect gentleman. I promise.”

She ducked her head. “Maybe if we could slow down for a minute.”

I lifted her off my lap and set her back on the ground before righting myself. She leaned on me for support to slip her towering heels back on. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadow in the far corner of the roof. I frowned but wasn’t sure what it was until I saw the flash.

Shit.

Right away, I tucked Abbie into my side. “Let’s get out of here. It’s getting a bit cold anyway.” My mind tried to determine if I'd noticed any flashes while we'd been making out like a couple of teenagers. Had that scumbag caught a picture of her? Would I have to tell her who I was before we even got started? The mere thought put a damper on my mood. Or is she the one who called the paparazzi? I dismissed the thought almost as soon as it emerged.

I paused as we got to the door and hazarded a glance back toward where I’d seen the flash.

Abbie frowned. “What’s the matter?”

I rubbed the end of my nose. “Nothing. Sorry. I was just thinking. Or rather trying to force the blood to my brain so I could think. It seems you have quite an effect on me.”

She ducked her head again, and I deliberately tipped her chin up to face me. I smoothly stepped directly in front of her so anyone watching would only have a view of my back. “C’mon, what’s up?”

Abbie averted her gaze. “I—I don’t usually do that.”

“Enjoy a London evening on a rooftop? I highly recommend it.”

“No.” She chuckled. “I barely know you. And I just got out of this thing. I’m basically a mess.”

I forced my hands into my pockets instead of on her. “It’s okay, Abbie. I’m not going to bite. That’s not how that was supposed to go at all. I’d been hoping for something a little less… combustible.”

Problem was, now that I’d tasted her, I knew I didn’t have a prayer in hell of staying away.

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Abbie...

I swayed into him. It would be so easy to go back to kissing him. Kissing as well as dry humping him on the bench.

That was… new. What kind of idiot was I? It was one thing to want to be adventurous; it was another to get so caught up. It had to be the alcohol talking, because I did not do that.