NATASHA.
It was...too much. His scent was too drugging. The way his arms wrapped tightly around me. His hot breath fanned the curve of my neck.
Everything was...too much.
I should focus on the new feelings, new sensations. Instead, I was on the verge of hyperventilating, and my muscles were so tense. So I pushed back a bit to give us some space, or rather, give me some space. Instead of laying my head on his chest now, I placed it on his shoulders, pulled my other arm sprawled over him and left the other still clasped behind him.
He sucked a deep breath, his face still buried in the crook of my neck, and then, I was shaking. Because it was too much. He then pulled back, removed his other arm from around me and began running his fingers lightly on my bare arms as he stared down at me.
