Her cheeks flame and she stares at me, giving me the attention I didn’t know I craved. Eyes pinned on mine, she inhales then exhales, something dark hiding behind her gaze. I think I’m burning alive. The longer she looks at me, the more I feel a pull deep in the trenches of my stomach. In my lower spine. I want to push her hair out of her face. Kiss her cheek, her forehead. Ease her fear and pull her into my lap, telling her it’s okay and ask how I can help. Hell. I’d do anything she asked.
