“I know.”
We stayed like that for minutes, maybe more, until the dryer buzzed and she startled so hard she practically jumped out of her skin.
I caught her waist before she could stumble over.
Her hands flew to my chest and gripped the front of my cut.
She stared up at me as her breath hitched, and her lips parted.
My pulse went wild.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
“You’re okay.”
I didn’t let go of her waist.
She didn’t let go of my cut.
Her eyes flicked down to my mouth.
I shouldn’t.
I really, really shouldn’t.
But she looked up at me like she was trying to decide if I was dangerous or if she was safe, and I knew the answer was both.
“Prime,” she breathed.
I leaned in.
Just an inch.
Maybe less.
And then—
The laundry room door banged open, and Skull stuck his head inside.
“Hey, oh SHIT, sorry, sorry, holy crap, I didn’t see anything!Continue whatever not-kissing thing you weren’t doing!”
Shay jumped, and her hands flew away from me.
I stepped back, glaring so hard that Skull physically flinched.
“I’m leaving now!”Skull stammered.“Also, let me know when you’re done because I’m on my last pair of underwear!”
“Get out,” I growled.
He disappeared.
Fast.
Shay pressed a hand to her chest.“I swear, this place is going to give me a heart attack.”
I scrubbed a hand over my face.“Yeah.Me too.”
She looked at me then, really looked, and something soft and warm filled her expression.
