Chapter 83

“Yes.” He wiggled his other hand between us and drew a cross over his heart. The small, childish gesture set my racing mind at ease and I collapsed on top of him.

“Got more questions?”

I nodded and said, “No.”

He chuckled. “Let me know when you make up your mind.”

We lay in silence for a while. I loved how I rose and fell with his breaths and how his fingers played with the short hairs of my neck. Outside the cabin, the wind had picked up again and howled its way through the trees, but in here we were warm and safe.

“I know one thing,” I whispered.

“What’s that?”

“I want to kiss you.”

“What’s stoppin’ you?

I got up on my elbows and looked down at him. His lips were parted and he stared at my mouth. I licked my lips and lowered myself but I didn’t kiss him. Instead, I hovered over him, drawing out the moment before our first kiss. Torturing him. And myself. For once my mind was blank and I existed only in that moment.