"You look like a mountain nymph who took a dip in the stream with that blonde hair all wild and your"—he swallowed—"clothes all plastered to your skin. Stunning."
He caressed my hair, running his hand through the strands just over my ear.
My breath caught again, my heart picking up speed. I didn't feel stunning—stunningly stupid maybe—standing half-naked and wet in his jacket, my hair drying into a long, frizzy mangle. I let out a nervous laugh. "What could possibly be stunning?"
"Your lips. You have luscious lips. They're pouty, almost swollen, like you've been kissed." He ran one finger lightly over my bottom lip, a touch so feathery it tickled. "I want to kiss you, Jae. I know that's crazy."
My lips parted, and a half-sigh came out. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, felt the tendons in his arm strung tight. I deserved one kiss, didn't I? After surviving my near-drowning, I deserved a man as delicious looking as him kissing me senseless in the starlight. "Kiss me, Hanson."