Anna felt the moment Jason realized what he'd done—he froze, his thumb still on her lips, his eyes snatching hers.
Her breathing became shallow, catching in her throat when Jason's thumb dragged over her bottom lip.
She knew she should pull away, stop this before it went too far, but she couldn’t move.
Jason's gaze flickered with uncertainty, like he was struggling too. Asking the same question:
What the hell am I doing?
It felt like they were in a trance; one where nothing else existed but themselves.
The wind brushed her cheeks, soft enough that she could almost mistake it for his hands.
Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips but ended up brushing over his finger.
They both sucked in a sharp breath, and then Jason leaned in, slowly.
He cupped her face, his thumb caressin
