Suddenly, his thumb is brushing gently over my lips. Oh god, he’s going to kiss me. The thought ricochets inside my head as my lips part. He dares to give my bottom lip the slightest tug, wetting the tip of his thumb against my teeth. My breath catches and I’m leaning in. He’s so close. I want him to do it. I want to know what his lips feel like against mine. I want to chase each kiss. I want— “Thank you,” he murmurs. Then he’s dropping his hand away from me and stepping back. I’m left standing there, swaying slightly with my lips parted, heart racing, wholly unkissed.
