“Do I?” I asked, my voice dipping low and smooth.
“Yeah,” he said, dragging a hand through his hair, and then leaned forward slightly. “But I like the distraction.”
My heart skipped. His fingers brushed my arm, soft at first, then slower and more deliberate. I didn’t move, I didn’t dare. The warmth of his touch radiated through the thin fabric of my sleeve, spreading heat to places it shouldn’t have reached so easily.
“You don’t touch me by accident,” I whispered.
His lips curved. “Neither do you.”
We sat there, our eyes locked once more.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he murmured. “You’re fire. Controlled chaos”
“And you?” I tilted my head. “You’re ice.”
“Maybe. But even ice burns if you hold it long enough.”
God.
He looked down, lashes brushing his cheek. “I’m tryi
