Jackson’s P.O.V.
I stood there, in the middle of the goddamn woods, wondering if it would be wildly inappropriate to throw myself on the forest floor and scream into the moss like a teenager who just got grounded. Because God damn it—we were an inch. One. Freaking. Inch away from kissing.
And then her damn phone buzzed like the entire universe conspired against me.
Eluna paced a little while talking on the phone, her voice light and casual, totally unaware that I was spiraling behind her. I swear I could still feel her breath on my lips. The gravitational pull between us was so strong it was borderline illegal. Meanwhile, I was standing there like an absolute i***t, staring at her back like she was the last drop of water in the desert. I had never been so whipped by someone I hadn’t eve
