As my head ducked, Jonas’ hand, still tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck, slid toward my ear. His fingers darted to the underside of my jaw, a few inches past my ear, mostly hidden by my hair. They poked into my jaw, hard, as if trying to keep my chin up. His other hand settled on my shoulder, moving it back into position, as if covertly saying don’t you dare.
waittttt 😏
