I hoped Storm hadn't made my skin react that way. I wished Storm hadn't made an impression on my senses. I wanted nothing inside of me to react to him, but it did. I felt a rush of great pleasure when his hand touched my skin. I finally tried to speak to him after closing my eyes to gather my composure.
I retaliated, "We have nothing to talk about, Storm." What possible conversation could there be between Storm and me? Our chapter came to an end.
Storm immediately drew me into him, almost causing my cosmo to spill, and then he fixed me with a direct gaze. My legs were flimsy. I simply gazed into his black eyes, as I had done in the past, feeling a warmth spread across my body. I was never one to give up searching. Ever.
I shook my head away in response to Storm's insistence that "we have a lot to talk about," shattering the trance I had been in.