This was a bad idea.
The fuck were you thinking…
Go before this turns into a public humiliation.
But then he laughs, and I get lost in the crinkle at the corner of his eye.
I can’t move,
standing there like a goddamn fool.
Until his head's lifting...
facing the door,
as if he knows I’m here
before ever seeing me,
my presence buzzing in his bones,
pulling his gaze straight to mine.
And when our eyes lock from across the room,
the ache slams into us both.
His body stiffens.
His smile falls away.
The shaker's stalled in his hand,
grip tightening around it,
forgetting what he was doing.
As if seeing me sucked the air out of him.
I see the second it hits him
that I actually came.
And I hate how fast I catch the change in his breathing.
And I?—
I’m not breathing at all.
God.I feel his gaze.Everywhere.
On my neck. My cheek. My lips. Slow heat.
And he’s caught in me. All tangled up.
Like seeing me for the first time again.
Happy. Relieved. Scared. All in one look.
