His hands rested on either side of my face, his fingers barely touching me as he lowered his face toward mine.
But he didn’t kiss me. Not yet. Instead, he tilted his head toward my neck, his nose brushing my skin as he sniffed me in a way that should have been unsettling, but instead, it ignited something in me that I didn’t know existed.
“I can’t forget you,” he whispered, his voice low and full of desire. “Every time I think about you… I want you more.”
My breath became uneven, as if every word from him was stealing the air around me.
My thoughts were so jumbled I couldn’t find an adequate response. The words simply wouldn’t come.
The silence between us was thick, only interrupted by our labored breathing.
I felt his eyes on me, with an intensity that completely disarmed me.
Final
