~Nathan~
I leaned against the kitchen counter, the cold marble pressing into my palms as if it were the only solid thing in the universe I could cling to, and I couldn’t stop replaying the moment over and over. Her lips. Her startled eyes.
The flush that spread across her cheeks so fast it could have been visible from space. And the smell God, the smell of her hair and the faint trace of whatever shampoo she used that smelled like something soft, like a cloud, like warmth I couldn’t have anticipated.
I closed my eyes, trying to rationalize, trying to tell myself it was instinct, that it was brief, that it wasn’t couldn’t be anything more than a reflex.
But the truth refused to obey my logic, refused to fit neatly into the box I had for appropriate behavior.
My pulse still hammered
