His left hand came to rest against the wall beside her head, sealing her last path of escape. Slowly, his thumb brushed her lower lip. Not rough. Not hurried. Just deliberate enough to make her skin burn.
“Don’t touch me, Adrian!” She snarled.
The corner of his mouth lifted. However it wasn’t a smile.
“That wasn’t part of the condition you set up, Estelle,” he whispered near her ear.
The words landed like a stone in still water.
Her breath hitched. Now that she thought of it, she didn't set up the most crucial condition. The condition that had no loopholes for Adrian to exploit.
The no touch rule.
Adrian’s thumb stayed where it was, light against her lip. His eyes didn’t leave hers. It was dark and patient, like a predator staring at it's meal.
“You’re shaking.” he said with a
