Zach’s eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t try to pull away. He wasn’t sure if he was more surprised by Jo’s actions, or the fact he didn’t want to flee. Usually, if a woman made a move at him it was because they were both mutually tipsy.

The hand he’d brushed against her face slowly melted down until it rested on the small of her back. He leaned in to the kiss and returned the gesture. It was clear he was unpracticed, almost laughably so. The kiss was a bit sloppy, but it was honest and sweet. He didn’t try to force her any further, not that he even knew how to do so.

All he wanted was for Jo to be happy.

Merlin, was he doing this right?