Tasha nervously licked her lips, which immediately brought his attention to her mouth. He groaned and leaned into her slightly, his soft looking lips hovering a mere whisper above hers. His minty breath fanned her face. If either of them moved just a millimeter their lips would meet. Tasha held her breath, her pulse racing with the intense desire to be kissed by this man.
Suddenly a car alarm shrieked out next to them breaking the spell, both of them jumped apart like two teenagers caught necking in the car. She saw regret in his eyes as he moved away from her and closed the door, causing the truck to shake with more force than was necessary. She watched him round the front of the truck as she tried to remember how to breathe. He muttered to himself and even slapped his hat against his leg in frustration.