His body pressed against mine, his hold on me so comfortable and confident, like he’d done it a million times, like I belonged nowhere if not in his arms. I swallowed when he brushed my hair out of my eyes, tucking it behind one ear. “Is it okay that I call you that?” My heart skipped a beat before picking up double time. All I could do was nod, because all my awareness was zeroed in on where one of his hands held my waist, the other cradling my jaw.
