The expression on his face nearly undoes me.
Too focused.
Too certain.
“Tell me you didn’t feel it,” he says.
I can’t.
God, I can’t.
Because I felt all of it.
The almost kiss.
The way he carried me like letting go wasn’t an option.
The way I slept easier in his arms than I had in months.
Maybe years.
“You’re dangerous,” I whisper.
One side of his mouth lifts slightly. “Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.”
My gaze drops without permission.
To his mouth.
The second it happens, I know he notices.
Of course he notices.
Russ notices everything.
He moves slowly.
Carefully.
Close enough that his breath brushes my skin now.
Giving me time to stop him.
Giving me an out.
I don’t take it.
My heart pounds so hard I can barely hear anything else.
This is reckless.
Complicated.
A mistake.
And I still want it anyway.
I want him anyway.
