Taking another step forward, Jack laces his hand with mine, the one that’s fluffing my hair, and brings it to his chest as his other hand floats to the back of my neck, pulling me in close. My breath catches in my chest, my body stiffens, as he leans his head forward and slowly lowers his lips to mine. He’s going to kiss me . . . even with this hair. Inches from my lips, his minty breath tickles me when he says,
