Chapter 67

I decided the hell with it and tentatively raised a hand—not the one with the bandage, because that would be rough against his skin—to stroke his cheek, ready to back off at the least sign that I was overstepping the bounds by touching him. Instead, he brought his hand to mine to keep it there and turned his head.

“It’s…it’s all right.” Was my voice shaky because of how warm his lips were against my palm? “I’m replacing the wines he selected with bottles from Granddad’s cellar.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Actually, I’m not. Granddad is. You haven’t paid Mr. Stuart the entire amount for the wedding, have you?” He shook his head, the motion causing his lips to graze over my palm repeatedly. I could hardly speak for how aroused I was. “Just…just deduct the cost of the wine,” I murmured huskily.

“You’re a wonder, do you know that?” He squeezed my hand before releasing it.

“But…I’m just me.”