Her hands find the front of my jacket, taking two fistfuls of it and using it for leverage so she doesn’t lose balance. I know I need to pull back, but it takes every ounce of willpower to do it. Dragging the tip of my nose up the length of hers, I inhale the sweet scent of her perfume. She pants against my lips, and I do the same. “Better?” I murmur. “Better?” she echoes. “Are you still jealous?” Her eyes snap open, and I chuckle when they roll. “You couldn’t help yourself, could you?” “When it comes to you, that’s the one thing I can’t seem to do.”
