My mouth covered his for a long moment, just enough to feel the heat of him and the shocking softness of his lips, before he jerked his head back like he'd been electrocuted, leaving me open-mouthed and blinking down at him in shock.
"Don't," he said hoarsely. "Newt, don't do that!"
I couldn't possibly have been more flushed, sweatier, or wider-eyed than I already was. Maybe he wouldn't see the signs on my face of the crushing, squeezing, agonising pain that shot through my chest at the look on his.
"Sorry," I forced out through a throat that felt like he'd wrapped his hand around it again and choked me out. "I— sorry."
I turned away, desperate to escape, to run and hide— but I had nowhere to go. His knot held me in place as surely as those cuffs had held him, and if I tried to pull off of him, I really would get ripped to pieces.
