Meriwa’s hand was hovering in the space between them, halfway to his head before she’d thought it through. Her fingers were outstretched and ready to catch that curl, to twirl it around her knuckle, when he lifted his face.
Their eyes connected with a fissure of lightning.
She snatched her hand back, shoving it between her legs as if that was her plan all along.
He squinted at her and she felt her face burn. “You okay?” he asked very, very slowly before looking down at where he was holding and gently manipulating her ankle.
“What?” She hated that her voice came out as a guilty squeak, too much on the defensive side for her to play it off as nothing. Goddess, this never happened to her. Usually, she was quite an adept liar.
He titled his head like a dog, examining her with a sheep
