There’s a pause. A shift. For a moment, I could swear the world stops turning. The warmth coming off him is insane. My entire body screams to be touched, to be even closer. We press against each other. I risk glancing up into his eyes. They’re dark and hypnotizing. “You’re valid, Harley.” Something snaps. One minute I’m staring at him, locked in another Brix trance, and then the next, my mouth is on his. It’s not soft. It’s not caring. It’s so scorching hot it’s bound to leave long-lasting third-degree burns on my soul.
