Kael
"Tight…"
"What?"
"You're hands. They're—your grip is too tight," she breathed, shifting uncomfortably and casting an awkward glance at where my arms rested near her shoulders.
I immediately took my hands off. "Sorry. I didn't mean…"
I paused. I don't think I had held her that hard.
She absentmindedly rubbed the spots where my hands had been, her eyes sliding away from mine.
I leaned back and folded my legs to sit properly, creating more distance between us. "Are you alright?"
She nodded. "Yes… thank you."
Then her hand slid down the curve of her shoulder, her palm lightly hooking the sagging neckline of her shirt and pulling it down just enough to reveal more of her skin. A faint stream of sweat traced a slow path down the delicate line of her throat. It rose and glided over the frantic flutter of her pulse in her neck and then trailed into her collar bone, before slipping underneath the shirt.
My muscles tensed and a hot rush swept all over me.
