Just when their lips are a breath away from touching, when the space between them is almost gone, Henry suddenly seems to snap out of wherever he has been lost.
The haze that had pulled him under vanishes like shattered glass. He jerks back into himself, his body stiffening, and he pushes away from the chair so abruptly it almost scrapes across the floor.
He stands, his chest rising sharply as though he has just escaped something dangerous. His pulse is still racing from how close he had come to letting himself slip.
Riley blinks, snapping out of his own daze, his eyes widening as though he too has only just realized what he was about to do.
His breath catches, his lips parting without words, panic flashing over his face. He looks startled, shaken, like he doesn't even know how he let himself get pulled in so far.
"Oh my God! Oh my Go... I'm so sorry. I… I… You..." His words trip over themselves, tumbling out in broken fragments that he can't string together.
