He flashes a grin that seems to stretch just a little too long, and I catch myself staring at the way his lips curl. The ones I almost kissed. I swallow, forcing myself to look up, but his eyes catch mine, steady and warm. My pulse quickens. I lean in a little, just enough for him to notice the way the air shifts between us. I catch the faint scent of his cologne, mingled with the hint of alcohol on his shirt, and it’s a heady mix that makes it hard to focus.
