“Feel what?” He takes a shuddering breath. “I designed the mask myself. There are sensors on the outside that project whatever is touching the mask onto my skin. It tingles. I can feel your fingers. I can feel your little breaths across my face.” He presses closer into me. “I can feel it all.” I run my fingers along his cheek and then I gulp before pressing my lips to the front of his mask where his own would be. I look up at him from under my lashes. “You can feel that?”
fuuuuck.
