Harper
His head tilted down.
Closer. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, could count the gold flecks drowning in amber. His breath grazed my lips, warm and uneven, and every nerve ending in my body lit up like a switchboard.
My eyes closed. On their own. Without consulting me. Without so much as a memo.
My heart slammed so hard I was sure he could hear it. Could probably feel it through the hand still pressed against his ribs. The current between us hummed brighter, tighter, pulling like a thread being wound around a spool.
His lips brushed mine. Not a kiss. The ghost of one. The promise of one. So close that the boundary between almost and yes was thinner than air.
Then he stopped.
"Your heart rate just doubled." His voice was a low murmur against my mou
