Chapter Seventeen
Drama
He was so close, and his cheek was touching mine. My heart had been beating a mile a minute for the past hour. Nervous heat streamed through my body at his proximity. I didn’t want to desire him—this was completely crazy—and yet I couldn’t help but enjoy his touch.
“What’s happening? What’s he doing? Is he kissing you? Ohh, that is so romantic.”
“I don’t think you have a choice,” I said, finally finding the strength to pull away from him. Goose bumps appeared along the surface of my skin.
Idris didn’t scare me, but he fascinated me in a way that no one ever had before. Maybe deep down he knew that he couldn’t force me to do anything that I didn’t want to do.
I turned towards the centre of the room and walked to the white pillar next to the gleaming empty glass
