His eyes darkened… if that was more possible.
I swallowed hard, the sound loud in my own ears. The way he looked at me made my skin feel too tight, like every nerve had woken up at once. My heart was still racing from the words that had spilled out of me earlier, from the fear that still clung to the edges of everything.
He leaned in again and kissed me, slower this time. His tongue slid against mine and my throat made a small sound into his mouth without meaning to. My fingers were still twisted in the front of his shirt. I didn't let go. I couldn't.
When he pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead rested against mine again.
"Tell me if anything feels wrong," he murmured. "At any point."
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
"I need you to talk, wild cat".
I swallowed, prying my lips to let out a 'yes'. He nodded, seemingly satisfied.
