“You’re killing me, Allie.” Vaughn’s focus drops to my mouth as he brushes his thumb across my lower lip. His eyes come up to meet mine, and the look in them has me forgetting about rules and whys and why nots completely. Time turns elastic, seeming to stretch and slow, pulling me closer with every breath. His. Mine. Then snapping back at the bark of a dog down the street. Vaughn rubs his palm over his mouth and looks out over the street in front of us. “Come on, let’s get you inside.”
