“Physical affection.” Nerves tumble around me. I should stop talking. “Cuddling. I miss cuddling.” I miss sex, and every brain cell in my head wonders what it would be like with him. Electricity snaps in the air, tense and sparking like the moments before a thunderstorm. He pulls back a few inches with a serious expression, his breathing uneven, and the hairs on the back of my neck rise. His entire thigh is pressed against mine, so solid and toned. His eyes are such a crushing blue I could fall right into them.
