His fingertips circle the life-like compass on my forearm. “What’s this one mean?” His voice is soft and earnest, like he really wants to know. “To guide me. Show me where to go when I’m lost,” I murmur. Our eyes lock, and an intense energy pulses between us. So strong it’s tangible “And are you lost now?” There’s hope in his tone. “Not when I’m with you,” I confess, blinking away the moisture pooling there.
