My pulse kicks up as he leans closer, his stubble scraping my skin. His nose brushes mine, and time stops, our lips hovering less than an inch apart. My brain and body are at complete odds, waging a civil war inside my head. My body thinks we’re home, while my brain says to run. My heart, which should be the tiebreaker, has recused itself from the vote due to a lack of impartiality.
