Squaring my shoulders, I reach for him. As always, there’s that little bit of fear when I make initial contact, but my skin doesn’t crawl and there’s no vertigo. Relaxing, I give his arm a little tug to bring him into my personal space. “Hi. I hope this is okay,” Nate manages to get out, a second before I kiss him. He gasps against my mouth. Clamping a hand on my hip, he tries to pull me closer but I lean away, not wanting to take this further with an audience. “Hi,” Nate repeats. This close, his eyes shine like chips of jade in the sunlight. I’ve truly never seen a more beautiful eye color.
