Grace’s POV
Jacob’s touch set my skin on fire. His fingers lightly brushed my hand, and I was helpless against the heat flooding my body. I ached for more. “Grace, I’m sorry. I’ve been trying, really trying, to resist, but I can’t… not anymore,” Jacob’s voice trembled, and I knew the restraint in him was cracking.
Cindy’s voice echoed in the back of my mind, urging me forward, urging me to give in.
Then, as if it took every ounce of control left, Jacob pulled away, letting go of my hand, and the moment his warmth left me, I felt like a part of me had been torn away. The bliss evaporated, replaced by an unbearable ache deep inside.
“I… I need a cold shower,” I managed to whisper, my voice shaking, barely able to hide the desire surging within me.
But as I spoke, the air between us thic
