falls apart right there on his lips.
“Sonny,” he breathes. “That's not nice.”
His eyes were already on me,
but now they’refallinginto me fast.
Everything drowns behind his breath.
The noise drops out.
the crowd melts into color.
Then it's just eyes.
His.
Mine.
And he leans in anyway.
So close that I can feel the pull in his chest.
He angles his head toward mine,
warm breath spilling across my cheek,
the heat of it soaking into my skin.
Mouth so close I can taste him.
Then my breath trips,
stutters,
shakes.
I close my eyes, breathe in his scent,
filling my lungs with the stillness of him.
And when I breathe out, he does too.
We’re moving the same without moving at all,
breaths lined up, hearts eavesdropping,
like we’re the same body,
split down the middle.
And it’s intimate in a way that scares me.
Because it’s something I could lose.
Something I could watch get dragged away...
I’m suddenly terrified of what could bulldoze between us and take him from me.
