Relaxed

I feel as if I’m in a trance staring into James’ eyes. Like the tiny flecks of gold are locking me in some sort of chokehold.

I’ve lost the ability to speak or even breathe properly.

Where his thumb rests against my chin is so warm and inviting.

His words from only a moment ago seemed like the first real truth that I’ve gotten from him.

“Please, Rosalind. I’m not a man who begs, but for you; I will,” his voice was thick like honey.

“Okay.”

He opened his mouth in shock as his eyes widened before moving down to my lips. I felt my breath hitch in my throat and a surge of something foreign sparked between us.

But no matter how much I wanted this to work; I wasn’t going to make it easy.

“I want to lay some ground rules,” I swallowed hard, breaking whatever hold he had on me only a few moments ago.

“Let’s discuss over lunch,” he reached behind me, his chest pressing against mine before swiping the roses he’d just brought into the trash.

James quirked a smile as he pulled