NO! I can’t do that.
Option one it is.
My cheeks are burning and my heart is racing.
Just thinking about sex makes me so nervous.
Heath is staring straight ahead with a stoic face and mildly cold eyes.
Slowly, I let my hand cross over the console and grab his hand. The silver rings on his fingers feel cold and send a shiver down my spine.
He swivels his head in my direction and gives my hand a squeeze.
“What is it, Rose?”
“I’m trying to comfort you.”
A laugh comes out of him. “Just by holding my hand?”
“Is it not enough?”
“It is, but I think you can do more.”
My eyebrows pinch together. “How?”
He smirks. “Get in the backseat and I’ll tell you.”
My stomach flips. “In-in the backseat?”
Instead of answering me, he moves to the back while I stay rooted in my place.
“Come here, Rose,” he says in a husky tone that makes me press my legs together.
Why did I think of sex earlier? Now I can’t function normally.
Not wanting to make him wait, I climb into the back and settle down beside him. Well, not exactly beside him. There is enough space to fit a person between us—which shouldn’t be there since we’re dating.
Heath reaches over and turns on ignition, but doesn’t switch on the headlights. He turns on the music player and ANGELS by Chase Atlantic starts playing at a low volume. Just enough for us to listen to the music and also talk to each other.
When he moves back, he makes sure to sit right next to me.
The thrum of my pulse increases at having him so close to me. His body, his heat and his scent are making my senses go into a frenzy. I’m clueless which one to focus on and how to deal with him.
I know how his body looks under that black hoodie. The strong structure of muscles in his chest and torso and crevices that makes the six-pack. I remember his upper body very vividly—I couldn’t forget after seeing him injustshorts. He’s beautiful and perfect in every sense of those words.
And if his body isn’t enough to make me nervous, his body heat is like that of a furnace that’ll keep me warm all night. Also, he wears this cologne with hints of mint or something, it smells refreshing and cool just like him.
The combination of all these three is something I can handle only in books. But now that it’s in real life, my head and heart have stopped working. No rational thought crosses my mind, just loud heartbeats beat like a drum into my ears.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m fine,” I blurt.
“You’re clutching the ends of your sweatshirt a little too tight.” I quickly let go and place my hands in my lap. “And you’re looking at my chest.”
I meet his gaze, then quickly look away because it looks so intense in the dark.
Heath cups my chin and tips back my head. “Look at me, Rose.”
