heating the space between us.
“You drop that on me like I ain’t two seconds from haulin’ you outta here.” His breath grazes my ear. “You takin’ care’a yourself.
“Not out drinkin’ around other guys.
“Not gettin’ sloppy.
“Not puttin’ yourself in dumb situations.”
His voice dips closer. “Thatyours-onlyshit?”
He licks his bottom lip, eyes fixed on me.
“Yeah.
“You got no idea how fuckin’ sexy that is.”
My lungs lock up. My knees too.
But I don’t let it show.
Instead, I laugh. Short. An exhale.
Then I shake my head,
ripping my gaze from his.
Andrew drops his fist on the bar again,
like he's mad at himself for even saying it.
But then he drops?—
“You haven’t let me kiss you since the rooftop.” He stares forward, eyes anywhere but on me. As if it’s not killing him. “I fuckin’ miss it.”
I swallow with a nod.
My chest turns to him first.
Then my mouth.
Then my eyes.
“Then kiss me.”
His gaze darts to mine,
silhouette at a standstill.
He tries to recover with a grin,
but the smile doesn’t make it,
his pulse missing a step.
It stutters,
shakes,
