Chapter 14

I turn my attention back to Arry, watching me a little too closely for comfort, and try not to react to how much it catches me off guard.

“Scoot down. You’re too tall.” I implore him, trying to avoid the way he doesn’t hesitate to lean into me, so his face practically touches mine, eyes locked to mine intensely. He takes my glass to hold for me. I hesitate a moment before sliding his tie around his neck. I put my arms behind him carefully to avoid touching him much, bring it around, and start tying it the way my mother showed me many times. I focus on his tie, not the suffocating closeness and the way he’s looking at me. Fiddling with clumsy fingers because he is too damn close like this, and his expression is so soft it’s killing me. I can smell everything that is him, feel his gentle breathing on my face, and close enough to graze my nose across his. My breathing is deteriorating, as are my nerves. Arrick is staring right at my face, his hazels practically boring a hole into