The sight of him walking toward me with his flanel shirt hanging open, staring down at me with those penetrating arctic eyes made me squirm under the blankets.
He stopped in front of the bed and withdrew his hands from the pockets of his jeans.
I reached for him, needing to touch him to make sure he was real.
“Are you ready?” Will asked with a shy grin.
I’ve been ready for you my whole life. “Yes.”