*The kiss*

He moved closer, his body filling the small laundry room, and suddenly, I felt like there wasn’t enough air in the space. My back instinctively pressed against the wall, but he didn’t stop, his eyes holding mine in a way that made my stomach twist and my pulse race.

“What are you—” I started, but before I could finish, his hands were suddenly on my waist in a firm hold, and I gasped as he lifted me like I weighed nothing.

I barely had time to process what was ...