And the moment our skin made contact, a flood rushed through me. It was searing hot. It was icy cold. It was all-encompassing and enough to send a wave of chills down every inch of my body as he pulled me closer, pulled me in, wrapped his other hand around my waist and settled his dark eyes on mine as we started to sway. I swore I’d never see that boy again, and now he had me in his arms — just like he did that night so long ago.
