My eyes shut. The piece of my mind I planned—vanished.
He affects me so much. So, so much.
“The video…” My voice is almost a whisper.
“Look at me when you speak.” He says gently, dropping his hand to my hip.
I slowly open my eyes and turn my head to him.
He’s so close. I’m having to hold my breath.
“Why—” I pause, unable to take how tight my chest grows.
He withdraws his hand from my hip and releases my fingers.
“You’re not very comfortable with me.” He says plainly.
I don’t deny it, but I wish I were. Considering what we’ve done together and how he makes me feel, I should be comfortable around him, but I’m not.
My hands drop to my lap, and so does my gaze.
“Want me to turn on the lights?”
I shake my head and look at him.
He’s staring.
He lifts his hand, brushing my face wi
