He walked up to her, bending slightly so they were at eye level.
"I said I want to be a good person in your thoughts." His voice was low and sultry.
Esther's stomach did a little flip, and she hiccupped. His closeness was killing her. She had never been this close to a guy—at least, not when she wasn't delivering a kick to their head.
He was so close that his breath mingled with hers. It carried the scent of the delicious pie they had just eaten, mixed with a faint whiff of tobacco. Not the cheap kind her neighbors smoked, but the rich, expensive variety that made her, a non-smoker, want to indulge a little. She mentally kicked herself. This was no time for nonsense.
She took a quick step back to put some distance between them, only to feel her back press against the door.
Shit.
From the upward tug of his lips, he seemed amused.