“Are you seeing someone?” His eyes dragged over her face. “I never… I didn’t ask before.” Gwen thought of Chelsea’s Instagram, filled with selfies of her and him. “Look, I don’t know what you want from me, but—” “Anything.” Black eyes looked down on her, and he took a shaking breath. “Everything.” She felt the heat spinning in her again, blossoming from his lips and his breath, and twisting through her chest and low in her belly. “Tell me I can see you again,” he whispered, leaning into her. “For music or anything else.”
AHHHHH
