Turning my head slightly in his direction, I inhaled the lingering cologne and allowed it to wrap around my soul and hold me together. I needed it because I knew deep down that just being in the same vicinity as my first love was dangerous. With Benjamin, anything had been possible.
My focus rolled up from his shoulder, and into the wanton look forming in his eyes.
Oh god, was he fighting it too? Was he feeling what I was? As if I were seventeen all over again, readying for my first kiss, my insides squealed with delight.
His gaze scanned my face, and I found myself leaning toward him.
Casually, as if the last fourteen years hadn’t created an ocean between us, he trailed a finger down the side of my face and wrapped a tendril of hair behind my ear. “God, I’ve missed you.”
My voice was weaker than my resolve, and I was in over my head. “I’ve missed you too.”
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