Annie's POV:
The word was quiet, but it carried the weight of an absolute command. My body went still instinctively, every muscle locking in place.
"You're pale as a ghost," Alexander continued, watching the corridor as he walked. "You look like you haven't eaten in days. You're not walking anywhere."
I opened my mouth to argue, but the words died before they could form.
Because his hand had shifted.
The arm that had been braced against my back was now curved around my side, his palm flat against my ribs. Through the thin fabric of my uniform, I could feel the heat of his skin, the pressure of his fingers, the way his thumb brushed against the underside of my breast with every step he took.
The touch was accidental, but my response was not. I wanted him. I hated wanting a man who did
