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âThis was an engaging story with characters that were perfect in their imperfections.â -Yvonne Cruz ( 5 Star Goodreads Reviewer)
â5 stars are not enough. WARNING – you are going to need chocolate and Kleenex to read this book. Yes – it is that emotional.â – Nicki The Overflowing Bookcase (5 Star Review)
âCan’t be easy writing in someone else’s world, but Whitley Cox smashes it!!This is a great romance which kept me reading to see if they could make the hard choices faced by many couples. Well worth a read, definitely recommend.â – Sue Hancock (5 Star Goodreads Reviewer)


She rolled her eyes, but her heart rate only picked up again. âYouâre on my playlist.â
âI feel like the innuendo is just right there, but I canât figure out how to spin it.â He stepped closer, his eyes taking in every inch of her. Every clay-covered inch of her.
âIâm too tired to think of one.â She already knew that her hair was coming out of the pencil she held it up with. Sheâd been tucking and blowing the strands off her face since they werenât quite long enough to stay tucked behind her ears.
She hadnât bothered with makeup besides a little mascara, and that was probably falling under her eyes by now since sheâd been wearing it for nearly fourteen hours.
âIâve never seen you in action,â he said softly. âNever seen the artist at work.â
She rolled her eyes. âWell, stand back because the clay tends to fly.â
âWas there a scene about this in a movie?â he asked, not taking a step back but rather several steps forward.
She eased her foot on the pedal, and the wheel slowed down and eventually stopped.
âThere is.â She jerked her head toward the bathroom. âGhost with Demi Moore, Patrick Swayze and Whoopi Goldberg.â Her brows pinched. âHow do you notââ But she stopped herself when his expression turned coy. âYou knew. You were just teasing me.â
His smile made her insides get all tingly. âI might be Oblivious Evan, but Iâm not an idiot.â
Her cheeks grew warm, but that didnât keep her from grinning at him. He was right behind her now. She had to tilt her head up to look at him. His gentle, sexy brown eyes bored right into her, turning her into a puddle.
âMy mom came over to watch Hope for a bit,â he said, grabbing a stool and setting it right behind her, sitting down and leaning against her back. The heat of him and the way his legs bracketed hers was enough to make every one of her synapses fire at the same time.
This was literally her ultimate fantasy.
Not only had she watched Ghost more times than any preteen ever should, but she had fantasized about Evan Swayzeing her also probably more than she ever should have. Probably more than was healthy.
Normally, she felt really close to her mom when she was working on the wheel, but she was really hoping her mom had decided to go for a walk along the beach or The Boardwalk right about now.
He was wearing a fitted black T-shirt with a slight V-neck that had made her jaw drop and her mouth pool with saliva when he put it on this morning.
His fingers started at her elbows and slowly moved along her arms until his big hands covered her clay-caked ones. âShow me how to do it,â he said, his breath warm against her ear.
She smiled and pushed her foot down on the pedal just enough for the wheel to start spinning slowly.
Just like sheâd imagined it, just like in the movie, his fingers slid through hers, both of them now covered in clay just like hers.
Sheâd centered the piece. Now it was time to start shaping it.
âWhat are you making?â he asked, kissing her neck.
âI didnât have a plan,â she said. âSometimes I just sit down at the wheel and let the muse find me.â
âMmmm,â he hummed. âIâm the same way with the guitar.â
âYou were working on something when I left âŠâ She guided their hands up a little, then together they stuck two fingers each, his on top of hers, into the center of the clay and began to press out.
The eroticism, the symbolism of what they were doing with their fingers and how it all looked and felt was not lost on her in the least.
Pottery could be extremely erotic. Everything was done with the hands; everything was wet and smooth and involved pressing down with your fingers. Sheâd certainly found herself aroused on more than one occasion watching a pottery video, even when the view was of just the personâs hands.

