Stephanie

“His face is so close that if he turns his head, he’ll kiss me. I press myself into the seat, my efforts futile when the man himself is an overwhelming presence, one that dominates my senses. The clean and crisp scent of him fills my nose, and the heat from him seeps into me. My body is painfully aware of his proximity, the nearness of his hands so close to my skin. His breath grazes my cheek as he grab the seat belt. His face is so close that if he turns his hands so close to my skin. His breath grazes my cheek as he secures the seat belt across my chest and into the buckle.”
― Morgan Bridges, Once You're Mine