Tessa
My breath catches as his gaze drifts first to my hair, which is dripping down my shoulders, then slowly back to my face. Something in his eyes sharpens, like he’s really seeing me for the first time.
My chest tightens.
And then my eyes fall to his lips. They’re parted slightly, breath brushing my cheek. I shouldn’t be thinking about them, I shouldn’t be noticing how soft they look. But I do and suddenly, I’m dangerously aware of how close we are, how bare my skin is, how his fingers are still pressed into my waist and how relaxed I suddenly feel.
No. No. This shouldn't be happening.
I jerk myself out of his hold, stumbling back.“I…. I’m really sorry,” I blurt, the words tumbling out too fast. “I didn’t mean to…I mean, I wasn’t trying to….”
My voice dies when I notice his eyes l
