Chapter 5I slid closer on the bench and reached out slowly, so Colby would have time to pull away if he wanted. Since he asked for it, I didn’t expect him to, and he didn’t disappoint. When I touched his cheek, he leaned into it for a moment before scooting a little closer himself. I was acutely aware of every breath, of the heat he put out, though not as much as me, and of every point of contact. My fingers on the soft skin of his face, the press of his knee against my thigh, then of his own hand as he settled it against my wrist. I waited to see if he’d pull away my hand, but instead, he slid my fingers up to the back of his head, then caressed the inside of my wrist with his thumb.
“I’m scared.”
“Of me?” I asked, even though I was sure he would say no. He wouldn’t allow me this close
