Even though I was physically far from Dwight, I could still feel the warmth radiating from his body as he drew closer to me. My skin tingled, a strange electricity crawling through me, starting from the place where his hand had gripped my waist. It was an unignorable sensation, like tiny sparks dancing across my nerves, sending shivers up and down my spine.
I bit my lip so hard that the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Anger surged within me, yet my body reacted differently, betraying me. I shook my head emphatically, trying to cast away the sensations. No. I couldn’t give in—not to him, not to the pull I knew was the mate bond linking us. This bond, this cursed connection, dictated feelings that I could never truly accept. I couldn’t allow my heart—or my body—to betray my judgmen
