He shushed me, his hands slipping to my shoulders, his head dropping down until his forehead pressed against the spongy skin along my cheek. He was cool to the touch, his breath hitting the base of my throat in quiet puffs. He held very still, the sound of my breath echoing between us as one of his hands slid to smooth over the delicate skin on my neck. He held me there, hand to throat, chin to forehead, the silence between us louder than anything I’d ever heard.
