too close. Close enough that I can smell the

ine, unreadable. "You sho

ad. "Neither

down his face. "I don't have time f

ys it's

his expression, and for a second

, putting space betwee

I take a slow step forward,

aps I wasn't thinking right as I reached up j

tips against the rolled-up fabric,

ps up, gripping my wrist

e it hurts. Because it doesn't

ither of us move an

gain, voice rou

ten, but as I walk away, my skin still tingling

game anymore.'

k into class, I swear I can st

it was just a second, maybe two, before he

Cross doesn't look at me wh

ecture. And for a while, I think maybe I imagined it, maybe

in his voice when he glanced my way like he knows

and almost i

. The way his fingers brush the edge of the desk. The wa

on me not for too long or enough for anyone else to not

e ends, I don't leave righ

ke my time gathering my things, waiting until the door swing

ng a hand down his face. "

Just takin

somewhe

on't think yo

ing his arms. He looks tired, frustra

firm, but there's something else

just close enough to test

think he's going to do it, like shut it down

at moment, I know this isn't just me anymore as wha

tend nothing is happening. But the way he's still looking at me made

g, thick with everything we haven't sa

ose enough that I can feel the warmth r

eeve, this time he doesn't let go. Instead, he ca

neither does he, his fingers tighten, just

. When he finally breaks, It happens fast one se

and he's between my legs, kissing me

my hands tangling in his s

, all heat and tension and fr

they should be like he's punishing himself f

uming like the abyss, like we've both been starv

at the back of my mind and shatters the fantasy in my head I blink twice

or kissing me, his gaze was just glued on me with an a

heat burns up my neck, and at the same time, I feel a w