Michael's lips brush against my neck from behind, his breath warm against my skin. "Hey, sexy." I spin around to face him, but he's already closing the distance between us. "Stop." "Stop what?" His hand finds the small of my back, pressing me against the cold fridge door. My pulse quickens as he leans closer. "That." "But I haven't even started yet." A dangerous smile plays across his lips. "We're just friends, Michael. It needs to stay that way." "You don't actually believe that." His voice drops lower, more intense. He's right. I want him in ways I shouldn't, ways that terrify me. "I'm not lying." "Really?" His palm presses flat against my chest, feeling the rapid hammer of my heartbeat beneath his touch. "Then explain this."