Chapter 11

Sheldon made a helpless sound as his mouth touched mine for the first time. He kept it light, rubbing his lips back and forth across my own, and briefly sucking on my tongue. It ended with a peck on the tip of my nose. My heart melted the rest of the way at his gentleness.

“Do you know how adorable you are?” He must be talking about somebody else.

“I’m not. I’m pretty ordinary. Nothing like you.”

“You don’t even see it, do you?” He shook his head in wonder, then smiled enigmatically.

“That’s okay,” he said. “It’ll be our secret.” He leaned back in his chair and looked around. “Man, this place is ridiculously tiny. Hey, where’s your pet rock collection?”

I got up and walked to the windowsill. “I display it over here. I change the designs a couple times a month to keep things interesting.”

Sheldon came over to where I stood. He picked up a rock on which I had painted a poodle. “The detail is amazing. How you have the patience for that, I don’t know.” I simply shrugged.