Sophia
Blurred Lines.
The fever made everything a little hazy.
Or maybe it wasn’t the fever. Maybe it was him.
Ricci was too close. Too warm. Too dangerous.
His breath brushed my cheek; his scent, a combination of crisp linen and something dark, woody, pressed between us.
I should have pulled away. Should have shoved him back. Should have said something cutting, vicious, something to break the moment before it enveloped me whole.
But I didn’t.
I just stared, and Ricci stared back.
His fingers hardly brushed my skin, but the ghost of his touch burned like a brand. His lips hovered too close, too close, and for one dumb, fever-quelled second, I thought he might even…
No.
I looked away at the last second, my heart racing, the room too much.
Ricci didn’t move.
Didn’t react.
He j
