Aaron’s POV
The words were as true as I was standing before her, “I’m not breathing unless I’m touching you…” She nodded, agreeing while her nose pressed to mine in a teasing bob as my skin burned for more. Despite the fact Laurie would certainly set me alight if she were to find her friend in my arms again, or bent in the more explorative of positions my mind had accumulated since I conceived the original ideas, I needed her again.
“I’m risking your modesty every second I’m with you…” My thoughts conjured how desperate I was to erase the fabric between us and return us to that greenhouse. A sacred space that bore witness to her final moments holding such innocence. The idea of what followed reminded me how difficult it was to keep my hands to myself when knowing how perfectly she fit i
