The room was quiet, sunlight pouring through the windows in warm sheets, but I was anything but calm. My skin tingled from the ghost of Caden’s touch, and every time he moved, even slightly, my eyes followed—addicted.
We stood across from each other, slowly getting dressed after breakfast. Well… trying to.
I pulled my shirt over my head, and for a single, awful moment, I couldn’t feel his skin on mine. I blinked, breath hitching like something had snagged inside my chest. My heart kicked up a beat. Then two.
Caden tugged a clean T-shirt over his bare chest, the muscles along his abdomen flexing as he moved. My mouth went dry. My hands itched to touch him.
I swallowed hard, looking away. It’s just the bond, I told myself. It’s just the space between us.
But it wasn’t just space. It was
