His eyes hold hers in place and she can’t for the life of her understand what he means. Her lips are so close to his, and yet they hover there waiting for the rest of his confession. She needs to hear that she’s not invisible. She needs to know she’s good…
All the while, her hand that cups his cheek, slides down the side of his face, resting gently on his shoulder, when she tries to twist her other out from between them.
The sound Brandon makes is nothing like what she’s ever heard anyone to make. At best he sounds worried, and the best she can do is follow his eyes down between their bodies to the blade she’s holding.
“What? What did you find?” Brandon asks about the item now wedged frighteningly between his legs. “Whatever it is, do not move it, at all…” he warns her.
For the first
