His soft tone hits me in the stomach. Right in the indentation of my navel, and I suck in a breath. Zach notices. He notices my heaving chest. I bet he also notices how my breasts are punching the fabric. They feel heavy to me. Heavy and dangling and… ripe. God, and sweaty. Just like his torso, all ridged and corrugated with muscles. It’s like we’re both suspended in this moment. Him with his eyes on my chest and me with my eyes on his face. It’s wrong and it shouldn’t happen but it is happening and I want it to stop.
