My eyes widen, and my cheeks flush. I know I’m toeing a very dangerous line right now. I’m the one who didn’t want to talk about the kiss with him and pretend like it never happened. I’m the one who ran out in the first place. He hasn’t hidden the fact that he wants to kiss me again. The problem is, I can’t pretend anymore. Right now, all the reasons I felt we couldn’t kiss again feel insignificant. I straighten my back as my need for him takes over. For right now, I don’t need to think rationally. I just need him.
