112 | "Where are we going?”

It was impossible to think clearly when he was so close.

Willow tried hard to focus on the matter at hand, but with him standing so close, his warm and intoxicating breath grazing across her face ever so gently, as if coaxing her to lose herself in the depths of his dark eyes and melt her body with his, the task kept on growing harder and harder.

Perhaps if he would take a step back, she would scold herself to laser focus on what he was saying. But even forcing the words out to tell him that she needed a little space before she remembered to talk again was proving to be an arduous task in its own.

Willow pursed her lips and splayed her fingers behind her against the tree. It was the only thing she could do to keep herself grounded and not do something stupid.

“What is it now?” he asked in his name delicious voice, dark eyes searching for her own. “Cat got your tongue?”

She swallowed. If only she could tell him how wrong he was.

She shook her head, finally summoning the strength to look