Piper
“You’re flushed.”
I immediately touched my cheek with my free hand. “Am I?”
“A little,” he said.
“It’s warm in here,” I replied.
He glanced around the salon, his eyes briefly sweeping over the room. “Is it?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
He didn’t argue.
But the corner of his mouth lifted.
He moved around the chair to reach another...