There.
The contact dragged my focus and pinned it. The roughness of his fingertips caught slightly against my scalp when they adjusted, grounding me in a way that cut straight through the noise in my head.
My eyes fell shut.
“Don’t let him decide what matters about you.”
My chest was still tight, but the next breath went deeper. Another followed, fuller this time, my lungs actually taking it instead of locking up halfway through.
“Henry.”
My hand was still curled against my stomach, fingers digging in as they fought the urge to reach for him.
Don’t.
Don’t make this weird.
I was suddenlyveryaware of how close we were, of the fact that if I took a deep enough breath, my chest would touch his.
I should move.
Except, I didn’t really want to.
What I wanted was to shove my nose in that chest and breathe him in.
Nothingelse had worked.
And this—this did.
“Baby.”
The word dropped low against my skin, quiet enough that it didn’t carry past me.
My breath broke on it.
I nearly made a sound but caught it at the last second. My jaw tightened as I shifted up onto the balls of my feet without meaning to, my body tipping forward before I could stop it.
Hell.
Every instinct I had went in one direction.
Closer. Closer. Closer.
I held it back hard enough it almost hurt, my hands curling tighter at my waist to keep from grabbing onto him and closing the space myself.
“Let’s go to my office,” he whispered.
“Can’t.” It came out rougher than I meant it to.
“Why?” He nearly growled. “I know your schedule, Rabbit. You have the afternoon.”
Of coursehe knew that.
He kept track of me in a way that should have felt invasive, but a part of me found it hot.
“Archibald.”
Oh. Right.