ELARA
I bolted.
Not literally—I didn't leap out of the Aston Martin and sprint across the parking garage like some kind of unhinged person. But internally, every cell in my body was screaming at me to get the f**k out of this car.
I pulled away.
My shoulder blades hit the passenger door, and the sudden coldness of the window glass through my sweater felt like waking up.
"Don't." My voice came out wrong. Scratchy. "Don't do that."
Kieran's hand dropped. He didn't look surprised. He just let his hand fall back to his lap and kept watching me with those amber eyes that I couldn't read、.
"Do what?"
"This." I gestured vaguely between us. At his hand. At the space where his thumb had been against my skin ten seconds ago. "Whatever this is."
The garage was too quiet. No other cars moving
