But then when he looked at me with that scary hunger in his eyes, he was suddenly the guy that had slapped me and scared me and tied me up, who’d threatened me.
Thankfully he’d broken the awkwardness by kissing me again. The way he kissed me…wow. I’d gone weak in the knees.
How could he make me feel like that one minute and fill me with hate a moment later?
Then, he glared at me for a second like I’d done something wrong and then we were walking hand in hand back toward the car and I wasn’t sure what would happen when we got back to his house.
He was walking too fast and I got a stitch in my side.
He waited, looking broody, while I washed the sand off my feet in a small fountain near the parking lot and then walked on the hot pavement to the car. He tossed my shoes into the back sea
