Chapter 262

"Rohan?"

Ro shook his head sharply as if to clear it, cupping my cheek with his hand. "Can I...?" He brushed his lips over mine, and pulled back, his questioning eyes locking onto me.

My chest felt heart attack victim tight and I should have said no. One of us had to be the grown up and initiate the relationship talk before we gave in to our chemistry.

As much as I knew that intellectually, my body wasn't prepared to agree. My treacherous fingers gripped the front of his shirt like a baby with a security blanket.

Rohan's nostrils flared at the contact; his tongue darted into the corner of his mouth. He covered my fingers with his. The touch was pulsing, crackling, like an invisible current flowed between us, leveling our jagged edges, burning those immutable hurts and loosening the tangle of thorns we'd become for one electric second.

I nodded. Barely even a movement.