I REALIZED MY HANDS didn't hurt anymore, which was miraculous but impossible.
"What?" I gasped. We looked at each other in amazement. "I don't get it!" Was I losing it? "You saw them, right?"
Zander ran his hands over mine, turning them over and over, once again sending tingles of pleasure across my skin.
"All right, class. Back to your seats," ordered Mr. Mac.
Zander and I slowly pulled apart. He looked warily at me, almost like he didn't trust me or what he had seen. It killed me. I wondered what he was thinking and hoped he didn't think this was all a ruse to get his attention, because that would make me such a loser. And frankly, I was just as mystified. If I didn't have dried blood and dirt smeared all over my hands, I would not have believed that they'd ever been injured.