Eileen's breath mingles with mine, warm and intoxicating. I'm drawn in, unable to pull away. My hand finds its way to her waist, fingers pressing into the curve of her hip, feeling the strength and softness there.
She leans closer, and the small space between us seems to vanish entirely. My skin tingles with anticipation, every nerve alive, electric.
I can feel her heartbeat through our shared breath, fast and wild, mirroring the erratic rhythm of my own.
Her lips are so close, just a breath away, and I'm lost in the moment caught between the desire to savor the tension and the desperate need to close the distance.
Eileen's hand moves up to my neck, her fingertips grazing my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Her eyes are dark and half-lidded, filled with something deep and intense.
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as she whispers my name, her voice a low, husky tremor that seems to vibrate through my entire being. "Lise…"