Twenty three

We started at each other quietly, the air cracking with so much tension that I could taste it. His face stopped just inches off mine. I could feel his minty breath on my face and this filled my belly with way too much excitement than it should have.

Then suddenly, as if we both woke up from our drunken state, we pulled away at the same time. I tried to clear my throat, hoping my disappointment did not show on my face.

The air between us crackled with tension as Rafe's piercing blue eyes bore into mine, his jaw clenched tight. My breath caught in my throat. He...