For a moment, the world was made of nothing but his nearness. The space between them pulsed like a fragile thread of heat stretched thin and it took everything in her not to close it. Her breath trembled against his. The palpitation of her heart was too loud she thought she might die of a heart attack.
The tension was so thick it made her toes curl against the sheets. Her mind blurred into a soft, dizzy haze, making any sane thoughts slip through her fingers like water. All she could think of was the weight of his gaze, the steadiness in his breath, and the way his voice could unravel her without even trying.
Levan exhled then, breaking the spell.
His fingers slid along her neck again, not in restraint this time, but something gentler and grounding. His thumb pressed once at the hollow just below her jaw, and she almost leaned into it.
Almost.
