The thought makes my pulse crash against skin, each beat louder and faster than the last.
My eyes stay closed, gripping the sound of his breath with both hands.
Until everything in me becomes painfully attuned to Andrew.
I feelhim.
I’m aware ofonlyhim.
The pulse in his throat.
The soft parting of his lips.
His breath dragging across my mouth.
A kiss that never happens but still aches.
My breath leaves slow, slipping into his.
where it belongs,
and now he’s holding all of it.
Then his breath stumbles,
just as torn up as I am.
I lift my eyes to his,
feeling dangerously exposed.
He’s staring down at me,
brows bunched together,
swallowing hard.
And I’m undone
by nothing more
than fucking breathing.
His forehead is still near mine,
and a stunned smile splits his lips.
“Fuck—you got me shakin’.”
He swallows, closing his hands into fists.
“You always do this.
“Got me standin’ here, shakin’.”
He tries to laugh, but it doesn’t go anywhere.
“Fuckin’ cruel, you know that?”
