“I can stop.” She didn’t want to move, though, and she didn’t think he did either. She searched his face, watching every tiny motion, green eyes serious. It felt like she was barely breathing, waiting to see what he would do next.
“I don’t think anybody has ever been that close to me,” he murmured lowly then and cocked his head to the side, eyes roaming her face as noted her proximity to him. “It’s different.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Summer whispered. She didn’t move, but she could feel a blush rising up her face. Irrelevantly, she remembered that there were studies claiming that staring into another person’s eyes for a few minutes could cause a real emotional attachment. Was that what was happening? Should she look away? She didn’t want to look away.