This isn’t normal. Not for me. I don’t swoon.
But those lips…
I remember how they taste. How they feel against my skin…
No! What strange power does this boy have over me? I don’t understand it.
I have to fight it. I’m too strong to become a humble little servant to a man.
I put my hands on his chest and push him away, tearing my eyes from his.
He frowns at me, and the disappointment in his face is almost enough to make me pull him right back in.
But I’m stronger than that.
“Get out of here,” I say coldly, forcing myself not to look at him. “Run as fast as you can. I don’t know what they’ll do if they catch you again.” My gaze trails down to his injured arm. “Did they do that to you?” I ask. There has to be some logical explanation. It has to be a coincidence.
He opens his mouth,
