[RELEASE PROMOTION] Loving A Writer by Shani Haim

“How are you, Els?”

That was a loaded question. Between the exposure he’d subjected me to, and the sexual tension that revolved being around him, I couldn’t say what or how I was. “I’m…okay?”

His lips twitched, a glimmer of mischief glinting in his eyes. “You haven’t fainted. Or fallen asleep.”

“Nope.”

My heart hadn’t slowed one bit. It galloped, springing forward like a racehorse; it threatened to break out of its cage, pushing against my ribs. And it was desperate to reach Kyle.

From where his lips met my knuckles, I pulled his hand lower. I removed my fingers from his, wrapped them around his wrist and pressed his palm beneath my throat, in the center of my collarbone.

He swallowed. “That’s fast.”

We were practically nose to nose, the invisible bridge between our eyes growing ever shorter. Not leaving my sight, Kyle mirrored my actions, lowering his sweatshirt so I could feel his pulse.

Combustion.

“Reading for you has been the single most exciting thing I’ve done in a long while, Miss Jenkins.” He flicked his tongue out, swiping it over his lower lip. “I hope I did you proud.”

“You did much more than that.” A tear stained my cheek at the memory of him sharing my work. His deep voice relaying the story I wrote, the sincerity in it. It felt like a box of chocolates detonated inside my soul. “You made me not hate it.”