When he got close enough, I held up one of my hands to his chest. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I didn’t know what I would do if he got any closer. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice breathy. “Flustering you for a change,” he said. “Well, someone thinks highly of himself, doesn’t he,” I grumbled. “Tell me it’s one-sided, then.” He leaned down, so his head was near my ear. “Tell me it’s just me.”
