Jason drags his fingers down her arms, from her shoulders to her wrists, and I notice the goosebumps that fly across her skin. Lifting her arms for her, he places her hands on his chest. Then he lowers his lips to her cheek, pressing a soft kiss there before moving to the other side. Celeste’s throat bobs as she swallows, and her eyes flutter closed. Jason slips one hand around her waist, pulling her body against his, while the other hand cradles the back of her head. Her hands fist his shirt, like she’s willing them to stay put, refusing to let herself explore his body.
