In that fleeting moment, his warm breath seemed to spill over Sabrinas nose, her lips, her entire facesearing and magnetic.

Her face flushed crimson, one hand clutching his tie, caught in a limbounable to move forward, unable to retreat.

Her chest pounded wildly, a desperate cadence like a startled fawns frantic heartbeat.

Stand... stand up straight, she stammered, cheeks aflame, grasping for distraction.

Are you sure?

Josephs ...