Читать книгу Hearts Afire - Deborah Mello Fletcher - Страница 3

Maitlyn suddenly clutched the front of her shirt with both hands, as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. “I shouldn’t have come downstairs,” she abruptly rambled, her voice barely a whisper. “I don’t know what I was thinking. This isn’t like me.”

“No, it’s not, but you’re doing fine.” Zak’s tone was intense. He tried to catch her eye, but she looked away, her nerves beginning to get the best of her. He flashed a bright smile, but she still felt apprehensive. He stepped in closer to her, and Maitlyn dropped her arms against her sides and clenched her hands into a fist. They were clasped together so tightly that she could feel the blood pulsing through her fingertips.

She’d been committed when she’d come down the stairs, but her self-assurance was melting. She was like a blushing bride, virginal and timid. She’d descended the steps with a purpose, and now she seemed unwilling or simply unable to initiate the first touch.

So, he did.