My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe. The simple act of him licking his spoon looked… wrong. Or maybe too right. My stomach twisted with guilt as I realized how my thoughts were shifting, how my eyes were glued to his mouth like I couldn’t tear them away.
His lips were soft, full, and pink, and the way they moved made my imagination run wild. Without meaning to, I pictured them against mine, warm and firm, stealing my breath the way he was already stealing my sanity. Heat spread across my cheeks, and I quickly dropped my gaze back to my plate, shoving another bite into my mouth just so I had an excuse not to speak.
But it was no use. Every time I swallowed, every time I tried to think of something else, the image came back—his mouth on mine, his tongue sliding against my lips the way i
