He finally looked me in the eye. “I still do,” he softly admitted, sitting up to straighten his back as he faced me once again.

I couldn't help it, staring at his lips. He was suddenly so close for me to consider touching them honestly. The breath I let out was shaky. My insides tingle.

What was I to do with this? With him. With the way he wasn’t pushing, wasn’t demanding. Wasn’t taking. I reached to touch his face, gently caressing his cheek. He leaned into my touch and the air ...