Aaaaaand, maybe it was time to knock Garrett down a peg or two. I let myself appreciate him, let myself take in each muscle as it moved and his chest while he breathed, the way his Adam’s apple suddenly bobbed like he was struggling to swallow. I stepped closer, then closer still, not stopping until his back was against the building, my chest against his, Garrett’s warm breath on my skin when he let it out shakily.
