Lulu's p.o.v.
My hand falls away and he continues his task. The silence is too much, and the only way to fill it is by reading the song, so I do it.
“ Your warmth…” My coat is completely unbuttoned now. My chunky orange sweater shows through the gap. Guess what, it has buttons too.
He parts my coat, careful to not touch my skin, and pushes it over my shoulders. I roll them and it hangs lifelessly, awkwardly from my body.
Damien runs his finger along the V of my sweater, feeling the soft but fuzzy cloth before stopping at the top pearl white button. A drop of sweat skates down my spine and I arch my back—only a fraction, but he notices. The vein on the side of his neck pounds in answer.
“ Your warmth on my flesh. It leaps and grows, Turns my skin red and glows. And then I burn. Sl
