“Did he kiss you?” Trembles rolled through her body, lifting like tiny spikes on her flesh. Her mouth parted, but she didn’t answer. What the hell I was doing, I didn’t know, but there was no stopping myself from leaning in, crossing a line as I murmured close to her ear, “Did he touch you?” Her head barely shook, the word a breath. “No.” “Did you want him to?” “No,” she whispered again, the word a short gasp. “Why not?” My nose brushed her jaw when I asked it. The air that had been crackling flamed. She met my gaze, and she lifted that chin. In it was both surrender and defiance. “Because the
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