I shouldn’t be leaning toward him.
That’s the first thing my mind screams.
But my body—
My body doesn’t seem interested in logic tonight.
He steps back to give me space.
And I follow.
Not consciously.
Just… a shift forward.
Barely noticeable.
But not to him.
His eyes darken slightly.
“You’re doing it again,” he murmurs.
“Doing what?”
“Choosing something dangerous.”
The air feels thin.
Charged.
My pulse beats loudly in my ears.
“This isn’t dangerous,” I whisper.
“We’re married.”
The reminder lands differently now.
Not suffocating.
Not binding.
Just true.
My gaze drops to his mouth.
I don’t mean for it to.
It just… happens.
His breath changes.
Only slightly.
But I notice.
“You’re thinking about it,” he says quietly.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“That’s arrogant.”
“I
