His hand brushed mine. My heart stopped, and my entire body shook. The moment was raw, every breath an escalation, and we could both feel it. I knew he felt what I did because our eyes locked, and another thrill shot between us.
Jet stepped back abruptly. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “This is your night to try something, and here I am, taking up all your time. We should get out of here.”
“No.” The word came out of nowhere, but I said it firmly. I didn’t want Jet to leave this moment. “We don’t have to go.”
Jet’s breath caught. I’d always wanted to feel consumed by desire like this, to want something this bad, and now that I did, it was destroying me. It was obliterating all my other thoughts, my whole understanding of myself.
He cleared his throat. “Peyton, if we stay here, I’m going to have a real hard time keeping my hands off of you.”
I held his eye. “How long do you have until your break is over?”
Jet tilted his head to the side, listening to the music that filtered in through the hallway. “About forty-five minutes.”
I nodded slowly. “Forty-five minutes,” I said. “Then it’s over.”
It was insane that these words were coming out of my mouth. It was a horrible idea for me and for Jet. But we were already here. We’d already entered into this night, and with the heat of his body on my skin, I just wasn’t strong enough to tell myself no.
Jet’s hand brushed mine again. Then he pushed his body to mine. “If that’s all the time we have, I’m not going to waste a minute.”
