Cianne shivered as Tristan's calm breaths caressed the side of her face. The warmth of his skin next to hers triggered every cell in her body to scream out for attention.
He admitted he liked her, that he had their lockers assigned next to each other. She honestly had no clue how she should feel about it all. Speechless, Cianne just stood there with only a water bottle and their wet shirts to separate them.
When Tristan raised his head, his lips were mere inches away from hers. She had no choice but to look into his eyes. There was where she saw the flames of determination, strength, and. . .danger. If she was being honest with herself, all of what she saw in him excited her.
Scraping her teeth across her bottom lip, Cianne breathed, "More."