So I distract. Deflect. Desire her more than ever in case this is the last time I get to. I can hear the weak smile beginning to creep into her voice. “You’re not supposed to touch me at all.” “But you could command me to,” I drawl. “Then I’d simply be following an order.” Her laugh is breathy, and I memorize the sound. Her arms twine around my neck, and I wonder if she will hold him like this. Her nose nudges mine, and I silently beg that she will never flick another’s. Her lips have only just brushed mine when the door flies open.
