Heavenly but sinful.
The length of her outstretched hand from thumb to pinky finger is exactly the distance between her forehead and Trae’s chin.
She estimates this when she opens her eyes to find Trae standing directly in front of her, wiping off the perspiration from her face. Her body stiffens. She’s standing perfectly still. Her breath suspended in her chest. Unable to move and unable to breathe. It’s as if she has lost all command of her bodily functions.
And she is so suddenly, severely, painfully aware of how he smells. His peppermint breath. His light perfume. The clean scent of his nerdy Darth Vader shirt. So clean, so masculine… So heavenly.
Then her adventurous eyes wander off to his lips. His lower lip is like a pillow and she wonders how soft it must be. She can’t seem to
