Chapter 6

I liked watching Connor. I realized I actually stared at him a lot. He really was breathtakingly gorgeous with all that curly hair and long lashes. He had a spray of freckles across the bridge of his nose I found absurdly adorable. If he had a flaw, and I didn’t think he did, it was that he was perhaps a touch on the thin side.

Just now he pursed his plump lips and some part of me wondered how it would feel to sink my teeth in his full bottom lip. A part of me I suppressed quite deliberately.

Finally curiosity got the better of me, and I said, “You were saying?”

“Oh.” And I noticed the dusting of pink across his pale cheeks at once. Interesting.

“Hmm?”

“About Karl.”

I frowned. Okay, I knew Karl was sort of handsome in a caveman sort of way. I mean I’d obviously been attracted to him and Connor had been semi-flirtatious with him when he’d met us at the airport, but really, the last thing I wanted was some sort of thingbetween my Connor—my best friend—and Karl.