“Yep. Much better now.”
I look at him, tilting my head.
“I just needed some air,” he sighs, brushing his lips against mine again.
NowI’mthe one who needs air.
“After yesterday, I needed to do it again… I can’t think of anything apart from your lips,” he says, tracing my lips with his thumb. “I should go now, or I’ll start wanting more.”
He takes my hand and leads me across the road, outside my café.
Our fingers are entwined, our palms pressed together; my heart is doing a hundred somersaults a minute.
I am walking through my neighbourhood, hand in hand, with Ryan O’Connor. Just two steps away from my café.
Oh my God.
I think I might pass out.
I feel dizzy, drunk on emotion, addicted to him and everything he’s giving me – maybe without even realising.
We stop on the pavement, waiting to cross. Ryan glances at me, setting all my senses alight. It makes me believe in something that, until yesterday, I didn’t think was possible – now, it’s right within my reach.
