JD inched closer, his face so near that she could feel the warmth of his breath against her skin. If she wanted, she could count his eyelashes. He had thick and long eyelashes that made her feel jealous.
Joanne's heart pounded wildly, erratically, and it felt unfamiliar, as if she were standing at the edge of something dangerous. She balled her hands into fists over her abdomen, clutching her shirt.
He truly was dangerous.
"What!" she suddenly shouted, unable to bear the tension any longer.
JD blinked at her, then casually reached over. "My phone."
Joanne gawked as he picked it up from beside her and then, just as easily, flopped back down like nothing had happened.
Her pulse still hammered in her ears as she turned her gaze to the ceiling, trying to steady herself.
What was that?