"We should finish dinner." His hands dropped from her body. She nearly cried out from the loss of his touch. She finally sank back onto her bar stool, unsure of what to do. He did not meet her eyes, and they finished dinner quickly in silence. Did he regret what they'd done? Had he not liked kissing her? Her insecurities were fresh and unwelcome, but she couldn't push them away.
One thought ran through her mind again and again like quicksilver.
I am falling for him, and he doesn't even care.
After dinner, she and Bastian took care of the dishes, and then he escorted her back into the corridor. Her suitcase was once again under his control, and Jane bit her lip to keep from frowning. Didn't he want to talk about what happened? Or was he going to just ignore the fact that they'd made out
