31; Sizzling tension.

31- “Sizzling tension.”.

Camilla Castello.

His deep, forest green eyes held mine in a look that lasted longer than a few, mere seconds. I could feel his warm, minty breath on me, and I’m certain he could feel mine as well. We were mere inches away, and any movement of me upwards, and him downwards, and the story would change.

His hand was still on the book on the top shelf, the other on the shelf beside me, practically caging me in. The warmth from his body which I hadn’t felt in so long rolled off in waves, and I would be lying if I said my body didn’t tingle at the action. His scent, stronger than I’d remembered wafted the air, filling my sense with the woody, and musky scent, overtaking my senses as a whole.

My feet curled as I took in a greedy breath, my heart rate spiking while I fisted my hand by the side. My fingers, upon having him so close etch to just raise upwards at run them through his messy hair that now fall over his forehead in curls, framing the forehead in a tousled