“He shouldn’t have touched me, he knew that, and not just because it was not allowed. I hated to admit it but something about James stirred me up. As suddenly as he brushed my hair away from my eyes, he withdrew his touch. He frowned, stepping away from me and dropping his hand abruptly. I drew a sharp breath, as though released from his grip.
With all the will inside me, I rose to my feet and turned away from his face, keeping my eyes trained on the wall behind him. I rearranged my expression into neutrality. “You’d best be going,” I said tightly.
James remained silent and I turned abruptly on my heel. Conflicted feelings fluttered through me. In response, he grabbed my elbow, pulling my body toward his as he held me tightly. With one finger, he brushed the edges of my lips briefly, lighting up a spark that trailed from his touch. “You can try to resist,” he rasped in a low tone next to my ear. “I knew you’d switch sides eventually and become mine.” >>>