I picked another strawberry and reached up to feed it to him. “Have some too.”
He leaned forward and bit into the strawberry without taking his eyes off me. His soft lips brushed my fingers but I couldn’t tell if it was on purpose.
When he pulled back, a bit of the juice stayed at the corner of his mouth. I reached up before he could move, wiping it with my thumb.
He went still.
Then I brought my thumb to my mouth and tasted it.
His jaw flexed.
I ignored it and picked another strawberry, eating half and holding the other half out for him again. He hesitated for a second, then leaned in and took it from my hand, slower this time.
A drop of juice trailed down the curve of his lower lip.
I lifted my hand again, wiping it away, and this time I let my finger slip just a little inside
