Everything went fuzzy again. He stared at me, an unfathomable expression in his eyes. His hand lingered where he had pushed my hair back, barely brushing my ear. My mind went sort of mushy, and I couldn’t form the words to tell him to back off. Slowly, he moved his hand, brushing my cheek and leaning forward hesitantly.
I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move.
He turned his head, and gently touched his lips to mine. My pulse was racing, the room spinning, and my skin felt searing hot.
And I suddenly recognized why.
This was how I’d felt once before, when I’d started dating my ex boyfriend (before Shyam).
Oh. Shit.
I was totally crushing on Jesse. My body had known it the whole time, but my brain had refused to accept it, but now, with his lips gently touching mine, I couldn’t deny it. There was no sensation like this.
My epiphany took less than a second to process, but he was already pulling away. And I didn’t want him too. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.