13 parts Complete "She's just about to touch the tip of the pen to the plaster of his cast when something forces her to glance up, her eyes immediately catching his. She doesn't like the way he's looking at her, with affection. Like they're friends. Because they're not"
"Hey." He says quietly, forcing her to look at him through her lashes. "Don't worry, okay?"
Her hands clench slightly on his collar. "I'm not worried." She says lamely.
He takes a tiny step closer, his free hand reaching out to touch her ever so slightly against her waist. The feeling of his hands on her, even if they are cloaked in gloves, is nearly electric-she can feel the vibrations of his fingers as they skim against her exposed flesh, sending a warmth directly between her legs. Almost against her will she makes a small noise in the back of her throat.
She knows she shouldn't do this-it's only going to make things more complicated-but she can't help it: she wants him. She can feel his fingers tightening on her back, can feel his thumb pressing against her ribs, his grip growing surer. His jaw is tight, his eyes flickering back and forth between hers, trying to find the permission he needs that's hidden in the blush on both their cheeks.
