Neither of us make a move to turn away, and I glance down at her lips instinctively. Like I said—lack of all self-control. There’s no way to tell who starts leaning in first, just that it happens. My forehead hits hers, and our breaths mix together. The tension between us crackles as the anticipation makes my heart pound against my chest. If we do this, I don’t think there’s any going back for me.
