As Isla’s face neared his, Jaxon subtly turned his head to the side, causing her to freeze mid-motion. Her jaw tightened, and she swallowed hard, pulling back in embarrassment.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” she said, her voice trembling with regret as she shook her head.
Jaxon’s eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw tense. A storm of emotions churned within him. He wanted to kiss her, but the thought of giving away his first kiss so impulsively held him back. He needed time—time to be sure.
The silence between them grew heavy and suffocating. Isla shifted uncomfortably before finally rising from her chair. The sound startled Jaxon, and his eyes flew open.
“I… I should go,” she murmured, avoiding his gaze. Without waiting for a response, she turned and headed for the door.
Jaxon’s jaw clenched as he watched her retreating figure. He wanted to stop her, to admit that he wanted the kiss too, but the words wouldn’t come.