York's hands moved over my chest, and before I knew it, he shoved me back. I back peddled a few steps, groaning from the loss of contact. I stared at him, trying to calm down after realizing I might have gone a little too far. My need was riding me and the one person I wanted to ride out the storm with was right there in front of me. I couldn't be held accountable for my actions. "York, I'm—"
