Chapter 21

A low voice whispered unidentifiable things into my ear. I could feel their warm breath tickling my cheek and ear. I could feel his strong, warm fingers brush through my hair. The tingles seemed to be absorbed by my skin and sent right through my skull, making my brain turn to mush. I hated it. I absolutely hated it. I felt vulnerable, weak in him presence, from a single touch of his hand. A single brush of his fingertips sent my mind into a frenzy and only focused on him. I couldn't stand for it, I wouldn't allow it.

The tingles slowly began to run against my face as his calloused fingers traced over my features. His other hand was holding mine in his grasp, sending those annoyingly pleasant sparks up my arm. I needed to put an end to it.