I don’t dare look up at him as if I’ve done something wrong. The fact that he still has his arm around my waist doesn’t help, though. He lifts my chin with an index finger and leans forward, so I have no choice but to be trapped in those punishing eyes. My lips are a breath away from his, and I can’t help staring at his mouth. It’s clamped in a line, the lower lip fuller than the upper one, and his strong jaw is set. If he inches closer, the tiny space that separates us will be gone, and I’ll get to taste those lips— What the… No.
