“Stop touching me.” My voice comes out thinner than I intended, and I hate that he notices.
“Why?” Elias asks, leaning closer and forcing me to tilt my head back if I want to keep looking at him. His eyes flicker, the dark colour giving way to that unsettling gold. “Does it bother you?”
“Yes, it bothers me, God, yes, just not for the reason he thinks.” The problem is that I don’t want him to move away. I want to stay right here, trapped between him and the car, even though every sensible part of me is screaming that I should leave. I want to understand why his touch makes my skin burn and why being this close to him makes something inside me ache for more, but I can’t make sense of any of it.
I can barely breathe properly. The rest of the world seems to disappear until there’s nothing l
