~Amira~
The warmth of his palms seeped into me, chasing away the chill from my phobia and I couldn't help the way my body relaxed into it, even as my mind whirled.
Who was this man? Why did he seem familiar?
All the questions I had suddenly vanished when I felt his fingers trace the curve of my hip—light as a feather, and yet everywhere in my body those hands passed made my breath come shorter, made my skin prickle with awareness.
I tried to find words to maybe make an excuse for us not to do this but they dissolved on my tongue. His touch lingered, exploring the bare skin where my skirt had hiked up. Gosh, I really need this! But why does it not feel right? We are strangers and even though he looks familiar, I'm very sure we've never spoken to each other before.
Even with all the
