While she tried to get her wits about her, Eva slid her hands away from his face gently, letting them slip down to his chest. That skin on skin contact was distracting. But oh that grin of his too. Just a hint of a wicked glint, it made her weak in the knees.

What was happening to her?

Definitely falling, what else could it be? Eva bit her lip as she looked up at him through her lashes. She contemplated kissing him again, when the smoke hit her nose. Eva sprang back and rushed to the oven, flinging it open in dismay. "No! Oh no!" In the haze of distraction, she'd completely misjudged the time for dinner. It was literally on fire and Eva reached automatically for her wand on the nearby counter to extinguish the flames.

Ruined, totally ruined, she could just about cry.