Aurora D’Angelo / Isla Smith
Warmth.
It was all I felt.
I took a deep breath, and my eyes snapped open.
I'm such an i***t.
I should have told him.
Instead...
I kissed him.
Slept beside him.
And somehow made telling him even harder.
“I can feel you spiraling.” His sultry voice made my skin rise with goosebumps.
I tried to move away, but his arm around my waist tucked me into him.
“Yes, you are.” He sighed.
“No, I am not…” I was trying, futilely, to defend myself.
He took a deep breath.
“What time is it?” he muttered.
“Around seven,” I said, and he grunted.
“s**t, I need to get ready to catch the bus,” he grumbled.
I turned around in his arms, facing him.
“Are you not coming with us?” I pouted.
His lips slightly tilted up.
“I can’t… I am the team’s captain
