breath fanned her ear, sending her pulse into hyperdrive. “Mad at me for not calling?”
“Nope,” she said too quickly.
“Yes, you are.” He dropped the bag with a thud beside her, then lifted his hand to curl it around the back of her neck. “Good.”
“Good?” Irritation prickled along her skin. Irritation. Not awareness. Right. “Are you playing games with me now, Louis? I thought that was my job.”
“It is. And you’re good at it.” He pulled back to stare at her mouth, but he didn’t kiss her. “I don’t play games. But I’m also not going to be the guy who you keep blowing off.”
Her throat felt tight. “I didn’t blow you off.”
He ignored her, massaging the back of her neck with his thumb. Holy hell, it felt great. Everything about this felt great. Having him close. Breathing in his scent. She wanted to sink into him and never come up for air. “I want to know that you’re not