"While I understand I’m pushing my luck here," His fingers dip under the hem of her shirt, pressing his icy fingerprints into the warm skin of her back. "We need to make one more stop." She hears him, but her brain is more focused on his hands drifting up her rib cage as the fabric of her shirt bunches around his wrists. Any doubt she has always seemed to fall apart the moment he’s touching her, and she’s leaning in to kiss him before she even thinks to ask where he wants to stop. His grip on her tightens and he pauses just before her mouth reaches his.