When he gently feathers the tips of his fingers up the side of my neck, goosebumps pour down between my shoulder blades. He strokes the bottom of my chin, and I tip my face up to bask in the heat of his gaze. My body follows the lead of his, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And when his warm lips descend onto mine, I sigh, like we’ve done this a million times before.
