Lorraine's POV
Our lips parted, finally, but neither of us moved.
We just stood there, locked in each other's gaze, as if the world around us had fallen silent. Like the branches above had stopped rustling, the air itself afraid to interrupt whatever this moment was. His breath mingled with mine, uneven, warm, real.
My heart thundered in my chest, louder than it should've. And yet he could probably hear every beat.
His hands were still on me.
I blinked, suddenly aware of what I'd just done, and my face flushed scarlet. I stepped back quickly, my feet unsure on the uneven courtyard ground. My eyes dropped to the floor, unable to meet his anymore.
"I...I'm sorry," I muttered, my voice barely more than a breath. "I don't know why I did that...."
Before I could finish the sentence, everything blurred.
The wind roared past my ears.
He moved.
So fast I didn't even see it happen.
One moment I was standing there, dazed and humiliated, and the next....
I was in his arms.
