I sat up taller, reaching for him, coaxing him forward, letting my palms ghost over the bare skin of his ribs. “Kiss me, Nash. I’ll catch you if you fall.” Nash gripped my shoulders. Then his hand slid to the back of my neck. “What if I land on top of you?” “Then I’m right fuckin’ here.” I held steady, waiting for him, tracking the nerves that hadn’t been there before I’d crushed him against the sink in the bunkhouse bathroom.
