he’s attempting to move past me. I slide into his way and plant a hand to his chest. His eyes widen before dropping to where I’m touching him and then crawling back up again. That stupidly good cologne fills the air between us. The hard muscles beneath my fingers thump harder and harder, and I realize with a start that it’s his heartbeat. As quickly as I’ve touched him, I retract my hand, dropping it to my side.
