The words left her mouth, tumbling out one after the other before she could stop herself and before she could even register what she had just done.
But when his face did not change, when he did not break his gaze away, something snapped in her, something made her bold, something made her not want to think at all, something made her act, and when she moved closer, closing the distance between them, when she leaned in, her face tilted, and when their lips were only a hair apart, she could feel the warm breath hitting her chin, she felt her throat go dry.
But just as her lashes began to flutter and her lips began to part, she was pushed back.
A hand landed on her shoulder, not forcefully, not violently, but not gentle either, the action causing a little more than confusion to flow through
