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from remaining upright.
Aaron took a step forward, his body angling toward mine. Deliciously
crowding me and forcing my back to come against the coarse surface of the
wall.
“Hi,” I croaked, as if we were just seeing each other after a long time.
And, God, why did it feel so much like we were? Like I was finally here.
Finally coming home.
I watched Aaron’s throat work, and then he took a deep breath through
his nose. “Hey.” His palm came to rest on my jaw, cupping my face. “Ask me
what I’m thinking.”
My heart raced with the prospect of doing so as I anticipated his answer
with a trepidation I had never known. But it was better than him asking me to
speak what was in mine.
“What are you thinking, Aaron?”
A hum rose in his throat, the sound deep and husky. It shot straight to my
chest. “I’m thinking that you want me to kiss you.”
My blood swirled at his words, turning thicker. I do. I do.
“And I’m also thinking that if I don’t do it soon, I might lose my
goddamn mind.”
The palm that was cupping my face fell, and a finger trailed down the
skin of my arm.
I didn’t speak. I didn’t think I could.
His gaze traveled down my throat, leaving a path of shivers on my skin.
“But I was serious when I said that when I finally took your lips, you’d know
what it meant.”
He stepped closer, the tips of his shoes grazing mine, our bodies almost
touching. I braced my hands on his arms, not trusting myself anymore, seeing
as how I shook. How I trembled.
“Do you know now, Catalina?” His nose brushed my temple, making my
breath hitch. “Do you know what this means?”
Aaron’s lips flicked along my cheekbone, making my back arch, my
shoulders coming flush against the wall behind me. My lips parted, my
answer stuck somewhere in my throat.
He released a shaky breath, his body tight with restraint. “Answer me,
please.”
Aaron’s forehead came to rest against mine, and I watched his eyelashes
hide that ocean I’d gladly drown in if he let me. Eyes closed, he inched