Staring into his eyes hoping and wishing for more to happen makes me feel like a wanton hussy, but I don't even care.
"You're never gonna watch this movie if you keep looking at me like that," Graham says against a smile as his body slips closer to mine.
My skin prickles. Sometimes he looks at me as if he can see right through to my core. It's intense and more than anything I've felt with another person at any point in my life. It's one of those soul-filling looks when I worry about letting this chance pass me by.
How can it have happened so quickly? How can I feel it so deeply?
"I said I wanted to watch the movie?" My fingers squeeze in between his pants and skin until he pops the button giving me more space.
Graham's eyes narrow. "I distinctly remember you telling me you enjoyed thi
