Moments stretch between us, and the air feels charged. I finally manage to squeak out a soft, “Hi.”
He exhales, “Hi,” his voice low, like it’s a secret meant only for me.
Realizing that his arms are still wrapped securely around me, he loosens his hold, and I reluctantly let go as well. An immediate ache settles in my chest at the loss of his touch, but it’s as if he feels it too. His hand immediately returns, resting possessively on the small of my back, sending warmth spreading through me like fire.
He smiles, and it’s not just any smile—it’s boyish, almost shy, but those pearly white teeth and those dimples make my heart skip. His honey-colored eyes glow for a fleeting moment, and my breath hitches. I feel my soul unravel, bit by bit, under that gaze.
“Sorry about that, my sweethear
