Chapter 47

Crayvin

Her eyes gloss over as she studies me, her arms dropping to her sides. "And why is that?"

Slowly, I lift my head and lock eyes with her. "Why do you think?"

She blinks at me, clearly stunned by my answer.

Or disgusted, I can't tell.

"Crayvin," she says in a soft, quiet tone. She then repeats my words after I left the bar, "We can't."

I scoot closer and cup her face between my palms, and our foreheads touch. Her breathing matches mine; hot and rough.

"I know we can't, but that doesn't change what I want. What I am feeling."

She gulps. "And what are you feeling?"

On impulse, I move my mouth to hers and kiss her, sending my heated breaths into her mouth, answering her question without actually having to say any words. I have never been too good at expressing my feelings verbally.

As our lips touch, everything around me becomes hazy. I didn't realize how much I wanted to kiss her until our lips me