“You can’t just kiss me and leave like it means nothing,” he says, taking another step my way. His scent reaches me, and I stop breathing. He doesn’t care that we kissed. He cares that I left. “Aaron, I—” My sentence is interrupted by his hand reaching for my cheek, his touch so tender all of a sudden, I feel my heart fall to the floor. “Don’t do this,” he says, his soft breath touching my lips. “Don’t shut me out.” I exhale shakily as he whispers, “Not when I know you want this too.”
