A wave of sensation sweeps over me, my breath faltering as his touch sends goosebumps racing across my skin. And before I can process the apology or the emotion flickering in his eyes, his hands are on my face, cradling it between his warm palms, angling me so I have no choice but to look up at him. My pulse flutters just below the tips of his fingers, and for a moment, the only thing I’m aware of is him, the intensity in his gaze. A gaze that’s full of something so powerful and potent that I can’t look away. And then he leans in and the world stops spinning.
