I stumble forward, my chest colliding with his and the sudden contact steals the air from my lungs. When I pull back slightly, my heartbeat is already going wild, and my face is just inches from his.
His breath brushes against my cheek as he leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “Relax. I’m not going to touch you… unless you want me to.”
I find myself biting my lip as I nod. Yeah. The only problem is that I want it.
Gently, he grips my wrist, and leads me toward his room. When we step inside, he sinks onto the bed and gestures for me to do the same. I hesitate for half a second before obeying.
“Midterm’s in four days, Peach,” he says, his tone suddenly all business. “We need to figure out our priorities and finish the remaining topics.”
I blink, a little thrown by how fast he ca
