“Avi…” My fingers lace with his, almost timidly. And then my leg swoops over his. “I need to ask you something…” “Ask me,” he whispers. “Was it really an accident…?” My mouth eases closer to his lips. “When you touched my hand earlier?” Raising my hand clasped in his, he drags it up to his chest. “It’s never been an accident with you, Kyran.” My eyes flutter shut, forehead dropping to his. “Was it an accident for you? When you called me baby…?” My head shakes. “It’s never an accident.”
Swoon
