Page 79 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

His voice comes out rough.

Almost strained.

“You don't know what you do to me.”

A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth.

Maybe I don't.

But I think I'd like to find out.

“Then show me, Graham.”

My voice barely rises above a whisper.

“Kiss me.”

His eyes search mine one last time.

Checking.

Making sure.

Giving me every opportunity to change my mind.

I don't.

Not even a little.

He bends down slowly.

So slowly that every inch he closes feels like its own tiny eternity.

My stomach fills with butterflies.

Our breaths mingle.

Warm.

Unsteady.

My hands tighten ever so slightly against his shoulders.

His gaze flicks from my eyes to my lips and back again.

The anticipation is almost unbearable.

I feel stretched impossibly tight, like a bowstring pulled to its limit.

Every nerve in my body seems to wake at once.

Waiting.

Wanting.

Just one more inch...

Just one...