Her breath caught again, but she didn’t look away this time. She felt the flutter in her chest, the warmth blooming in her stomach, the way her skin prickled with electricity as he shifted forward just slightly, only inches, but enough to make her breath hitch.
“You’re staring,” she whispered.
“So are you,” he said.
“I was trying not to,” she said, unable to stop the small, shaky laugh that left her.
“Don’t stop,” he murmured, voice low. “I like it when you look at me like that.”
She bit her bottom lip, and that alone made something flicker in his gaze, something deep and burning and barely restrained.
He leaned forward then, not fast, not forceful. Just slow. Deliberate. Giving her the space to pull back if she wanted to. But she didn’t. She didn’t move at all. Her eyes fluttered cl
