Watching her bite her bottom lip was like pure torture. He wanted to kiss her. He could still remember the way she tasted and she seemed completely oblivious to his inner battle.
CJ returned her smirk, looking down at her. He was sure of himself in some ways and entirely unsure in others though he would never in a million years admit the latter.
"The band is supposed to be really good," he commented, reaching out to steady her with his hands at her waist when she stumbled. "You okay? Those shoes you have on are going to take your ankle out. Piggyback ride?" he teased, raising a brow as if he expected an answer. He almost told her just how much he'd enjoy having her legs wrapped around him.