After I’ve caught my breath and we’ve both managed to stop laughing, I let my head rest against his hard, comforting chest for another lingering moment until a thought suddenly occurs to me. I look up into his dark eyes curiously, trying to read and figure him out.
“You never let girls touch you,” I whisper.
His brows furrow and his expression becomes wrapped with confusion. His eyes are still beautifully unguarded as he looks down into mine, still holding my body flush against his. I tentatively reach a hand out and rest it against his hard, warm chest while still watching his eyes for anything telling that I can find. I can feel his heart pounding underneath my hand, probably from the adrenaline of stopping my fall. I slowly slide my hand across his chest to his bicep, feeling the rigid and rippling muscles underneath my hand and fingertips as they tense up even more. His eyes become darker, but he doesn’t move to pull away like I’ve seen him do countless times now.