Cassidy nodded and stripped it from around his neck. “Is that better?” “Yes, but could you unbutton my shirt?” “Are you having trouble breathing?” she asked, concerned, as she hurried to do as he asked. “Remember when you told me you had trouble breathing when I was very close?” Her hands slowed on the buttons. “Yes.” “I have the same trouble,” Zach confessed quietly. “I don’t understand. Are you having trouble breathing? Do you need something?” “Yes, and yes.” His voice grew thicker with every word. “You.” He curled his hands around her soft upper arms. “I need you to touch me.” There was something new in his eyes, she realized, and wondered why she’d been so slow to see it. The dreaminess had become focused with desire. The twinkling had changed to fire. “Zach—” “There’s nothing wrong 'with me, Cassidy, that you can’t fix.
