She raised her fingertips to my jaw and drew me closer. I arched a brow in question and she gave a quick dip of her chin. This woman, fuck. She could read my moves from a mile away. I closed the narrow gap between us and kissed her while my sister loudly slurped up the rest of her drink. The backs of Emme’s fingers traveled over the line of my jaw and I’d swear to god the whole restaurant went silent. Her touch, light and lazy as though it was an afterthought, had heat pooling in my chest, my arms. I didn’t think I’d ever be cold again.
