My breath hitches and my cheeks flame as Adrian brings the box of crackers down to sit on the counter. He’s so close I can feel the warmth of his body and smell his cologne. I don’t seem to know what to say or do, so I just stand there, feeling the pull to lift my head and raise my mouth to his. I want so badly to taste him again, to feel the strength of those hands on my skin.
My blood rushes faster as the memories of that mouth and what it did to my body floods my mind like a hurricane. I wrestle to shove them back down where they belong, but they refuse to budge.
And yet, what is most infuriating to me at the moment, is how completely unbothered Adrian seems to be. He’s not even touching me, and my body is raging like a teenager at nothing more than his proximity, and he’s just casu
