Touched my hair was something I expected to feel. But that sensation didn’t come. It wasn’t there, at all.
He left a line of fire over my jaw, astonished at how no other had been able to touch me the way I was letting him. Did that come from trust? It had too.
He took a deep breath like he was inhaling the moment, and I knew… I knew that this time he was asking, giving me time to run, to stop him. But I didn’t want to. I was feeling a pull towards him just as he was -