We stand there for a second, my hands pressed against his beautifully sculpted chest so I can feel the heaves of his ragged breath.
“Wait,” I say the word again. Maybe I’m stilly trying to convince myself to stop.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, barely able to hide the devastation in his eyes. It’s almost enough to make me want to pull him back into my arms again.
But I have to hold onto the sliver of willpower I have left.
“I just… I can’t do this right now,” I say. I’m not even sure how to explain it.
“Is it because… is it because of my curse?” He asks. The pain in his voice makes my throat clench.
“No!” I snap, “Of course not. It’s just… well… we’ve only just met. And I don’t have the easiest time trusting people. I’ve been hurt too many times.”
“You think I’m going to hurt you?” He as
