And before she could think better of it, her hand lifted. Hesitant at first, then surer, to press against his chest.
The movement felt reckless, unplanned, like she was stepping onto thin ice knowing full well it might crack under her weight.
She was almost startled by the steady thud of his heartbeat, louder than the movie still playing in the background.
She didn't know what she meant to do next, if there even was a next, but her fingers curled faintly against the firm heat under his shirt.
She was still looking up at him, face completely flushed, towel wrapped around her hair, her eyes unsteady. He was also looking down at her, gaze unreadable as always. If his heart wasn't beating so fast and wildly, she would have thought he wasn't affected by any of this at all.
Her breath stuttered, resolve wobbling dangerously. She could almost lean in again. Almost.
His voice cut through her spiraling thoughts. "Sit still."
