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I bite my bottom lip My skin flushes hot when he’s this close, and I swear he’s looking at hetti sauce fro? I discreetly wipe my mouth with the cuff of my sweatshirt—or as discreetly as I can when he’s so close

Easton grins, as if he knows he’sme uncomfortable and likes it “Have you ever done this before?”

A thousand possibilities fly throughthe hands and“Done what?”

He lifts the shot glass and sniffs the tequila “A snakebite Salt, tequila, lime”

I shrug I’ve had alcohol before My family isn’t exactly puritanical when it comes to alcohol But I’ve never done a shot, and certainly never a snakebite Whatever that is “How do you do it?”

Grinning, he hands rabs the salt shaker from the counter He lifts my free hand to his mouth and licks the inside of my wrist My breath whooshes out of ue onh if he has any idea what affect he has on me

Grinning, he sprinkles salt on the wet patch of skin before putting the shaker down and grabbing a wedge of lime from the counter behind me “Lick the salt Take the shot Suck on the lime”

“Lick, shoot, suck” I nod “I can do that”

His nostrils flare and his pupils dilate, turning those blue-green eyes dark “I think I’d like to see you try”

I s hard Is Easton Connor co on to me? I don’t want to be the idiot who believes that could be true I don’t want to be the duirl who fell for the practical joke because she believed a guy like Easton could be attracted to her

I don’t kno long I stand there trying to decide, but one dry

“Want o first?” he asks, his voice a little husky

I nod

He takesoff the salt Shocks of pleasure roll down my spine and settle into a riot of butterflies in lass frolass to his mouth so he can shoot it back Then he pops the lioofy face at me as he sucks the juice