You're still looking at me that way," he murmured.
Madisyn held her breath, her heart racing in anticipation. "I-I'm not doing it on purpose," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Neither am I," he replied softly, his voice a low whisper that seemed to vibrate through the air between them. His hand gently cupped her cheek as he exhaled slowly, his breath warm against her skin.
"You should stop me now if you don't want me to kiss you," he whispered, his lips hovering dangerously close to hers, his breath mingling with hers.
He leaned in, his lips brushing hers ever so slightly, waiting for her to stop him. Maybe even expecting her to. Rationality screamed at her to resist, to push him away, but something deep inside silenced that voice, locking away any protest.
Her lips remained still, parted in the slightest of gasps, as he drew closer, his lips barely grazing hers, teasing her with the promise of a kiss.
