Chapter 23If looks could kill, I would have.
“No!” I blurted out loudly as I quickly shook my head. “I mean—no. I don’t need you to tuck me in or anything.”
“I didn’t have that in mind,” he said with a chuckle. “I could think of a few other things.”
The hair on my arms stood as an image flashed through my mind. I was sitting on a dark, wooden piano as a man with dark, tousled hair slid my beaded skirt up to my waist. A warmth pooled in my stomach as I clung to the man, kissing him deeply. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push the image away.
It felt too familiar, but I couldn’t place where it had come from. I was more frustrated by the lack of knowing, the haziness it brought on as I tried to bring it back. Nothing. Just a leftover feeling of loss I couldn’t explain.
“What is it wit
