My eyes widen, and I nod my head.
He releases my body and takes a step back, watching me. His lips curl upward into a broad grin, then he extends his open palm.
I raise my hand and place it on top of his. As I walk behind him, I focus on taking deep, controlled breaths.
Closing my eyes, the image of our last kiss unfolds in my mind, flooding my thoughts and senses. When I stumble, my body is brought to a full stop.
"Open your eyes," he commands, inches from my face.
My lids spring open, and I peer up at him through a hazy fog.
"What is going through that busy head of yours, ma petite chere? Tell me, now."
My face flushes a bright shade of red, and my body sways. "I, um . . ."
"Tell me now, unless you want to be disciplined for willfully disobeying my command," he growls, drawing
