A groan rattled in his throat before he leaned down to seal her lips with his own.
The heat from the night before hadn’t been a fluke. She reluctantly broke free from the kiss and leaned her head against his chest. She inhaled deeply. His scent clung to his shirt heightening her senses, which made what she needed to say much harder to express. “We can only be friends.”
To hear her whispered words, he dipped his head. “Sorry?”
She swallowed, met his gaze, and stated a little louder, “We can only be friends.”
A disappointed expression crossed his features before he abruptly dropped his hands and stepped back. He glanced away and took a deep breath. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.” Without another word, he abandoned her in the kitchen.