JESSICA BERKELEY.
His hand settles against my waist, pulling me slightly closer as the kiss deepens, slow and warm and filled with something that makes my heartbeat stumble badly against my chest.
My fingers tighten against his shirt as I kiss him again, softer this time, and his grip on my waist shifts slightly. The room suddenly feels too quiet and too small, every breath between us louder than before.
When I pull back, it’s only enough to breathe and neither of us says anything immediately.
We just stare at each other.
“Jessica…”
My name leaves his mouth roughly and quieter than usual and I swallow hard.
“You should get some sleep,” he says after a moment, though he sounds like he’s forcing the words out.
My eyes search his face, and that’s when I realize it. He’s holding himsel
