Sara’s POV

He was close. Way too close. My heart was going crazy, pounding against my ribs. I froze as my brain started screaming at me to move, to say something, to do something, but I didn’t. I just sat there, completely still, eyes wide, because for a second — a very real, very dangerous second — I thought he was going to kiss me.

I could smell him stronger now, that intoxicating cologne mixed with the faint scent of soap and something warm — him. His breath brushed against my skin, and it was hot, steady. I felt it ghost across my cheek, and every nerve in my body...