“Touch-take rule,” he murmurs. He stands, too. Every step back I take is one forward for him. “I— What?” “You touched me. Can’t stop now. Touch-take rule.” “I…This is not chess.” My back hits an obstacle. “I can always stop.” “Then just don’t.” His hands come up to cup my face. He towers over me, cages me against the wall, and I…I don’t mind. Which scares me. “Please, Mallory.” “This is…We should finish the game. You said you wanted to play.” “I said there were things I wanted more.”
