Lewis's cool palm brushed over my burning cheeks, slow and gentle. The contrast made me sigh without meaning to. I was still floating somewhere between sleep and waking, my thoughts soft and messy.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I mumbled, barely opening my eyes.
He didn't answer right away. Instead, he took my hand, his fingers warm and steady, and guided it toward his waist. His voice dropped, low and teasing, vibrating straight through me.
"Didn't you want to check something earlier?"
It took a second for my mind to catch up. Then I remembered the car. His legs. The questions I hadn't stopped thinking about.
"Oh…" I murmured.
I tried to sit up, but my body betrayed me. The room tilted, and I fell forward. Lewis caught me instantly, like he'd been waiting for it. One arm supported my back, the other locked around my waist, holding me close. Too close.
His eyes softened as he looked down at me. There was something heavy there. Something old.
