Several moments of silence followed between them. Nessa made herself focus on the rhythm of Jordan’s beating heart, but his eyes were tempting, not allowing her to look away. She was in a trance, one she did not wish to break free from.
“I-I don’t know,” she heard herself say. It would be a huge lie if she said she had not imagined this moment a thousand times in her head before. But now when it was real, she felt her heart clouded by fear.
His hands made their way around her waist and drew her closer still. “You don’t?” he questioned her. His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.
“Jordan, I…” she sighed, losing control of her own words. Even though their noses were touching now, she felt disappointed at the distance between them. Tearing her gaze away from his hypnotising eyes,
