I steal a glance in his direction. My breath catches when our gazes lock. A second passes, followed by another, and then another. Maybe it’s the refraction of the incandescent lighting that leads to the discovery of brass specks punctuating his irises. The longer I stare, the more the ground shifts, and I free-fall into his depths. “Mmm, like liquid gold,” I mutter to myself.
Damn this chemistry 🥵
