Nolan stares like I’m the center of gravity of the room, like nothing else ever existed but me in all of space and time. It makes my heart beat in my throat, it makes me want to kiss him again, it makes me want to run the hell away. “Sorry, I—” “Touch-take rule,” he murmurs. He stands, too. Every step back I take is one forward for him. “I— What?” “You touched me. Can’t stop now. Touch-take rule.”
