Chapter 79. Just Ask for It

CHARLOTTE

His eyes, the same stormy grey as the tie, were dark with an emotion that stole the air from my lungs.

They were no longer soft with tenderness but blazing with a focused, heated intensity.

They held mine for a long, heart-stopping moment before dropping, slowly, deliberately, to my lips.

The world narrowed to this point, and the space between our mouths felt like a magnetic field pulling us together.

My hand was still resting on his tie, and I could feel the rapid, strong beat of his heart beneath my palm.

It mirrored my own frantic rhythm.

Wait.

I know that look.

In movies, the couple always had this type of look before a kiss.

He wanted me to kiss him?!

Should I?

What if I calculated wrong?

I swallowed tightly.

He leaned slightly.

That’s a clue!

My heart was hammering so loud it could’ve had its own solo in a rock band.

I shut my eyes, puckered my lips, and tilted my fa