I sit down beside him and lean against his arm. Then I intertwine our fingers, hoping that will feel more comfortable. It doesn’t.
“Hey, are you okay?” he asks. “Your hands are shaking.”
“Yeah, I’m just a little cold,” I lie.
“I could fix that,” he says with a laugh.
“Hhmmm, I bet you could.” I lean in to kiss him, forcing my arms up around his neck. It does feel nice to be touching him, but I’m still anxious and I feel my veins pulsing with adrenaline.
‘I know something else is wrong, and you can’t distract me with kissing anymore.’
‘Shhh…’ I tell him. “Don’t worry about it.” I push myself into his lap and grin when his arms come up around me. I feel his fingertips squeeze my hips and I lean closer to him, kissing him more deeply.
He leans away to whisper my name, and I use the opp
