41 ¦ Ravella
Tingles race across my scalp,
Dissolving my arctic tundra,
Exposing my every nerve
To his gentle fire.
But the heat
Is too intense.
So much, so fast.
My head is spinning.
Breathless, I place
My hands upon his chest
Before he can kiss me.
"Wait, Drew."
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