ISABELLA'S POV
His chest was a wall of heat and muscle, solid enough to anchor me, suffocating enough to steal my air. I buried my face in him anyway, my lungs tightening with every second of his grip. We still haven't left where the car is parked. It feels like we've been outside for eternity.
"Adrien…" I managed, my words muffled against him. "Can't breathe."
He pulled back slightly, his eyes, the color of amber, gazing down at me with an intensity that always made my stomach flutter. They were frantic, intense, and held an emotion so potent it made my own heart pound a frantic rhythm against my ribs.
His hands, still warm from cupping my face, now rested on my waist, his thumbs tracing slow circles against the soft fabric of my sweatpants. "Forgive me," he breathed, his voice husky, a subtle tremor running through it. "I… I forget myself sometimes."
