BRIAR’S POV
My hand moves on its own, and before I can stop myself, my palm cups his face, an attempt to savor this impossible moment with Tavian and me just laughing.
My action, however, has the opposite effect.
He stops, pulled away from everything else, and looks at me with a hint of surprise at first—just as surprised as I am for touching him at all.
“S-Sorry,” I apologize, pulling away, but he catches my hand before it can get too far from his face, holding my palm as it cups his cheek.
He leans into my hand, which seems so small compared to his, locking eyes with me in a gaze that feels almost heated.
Then his bare lips brush the center of my palm.
The warmth from his lips sends signals through my entire body, down to my core, like a wake-up call, reminding me of desires I
