“Will I keep going?” I nodded. “Yes.” “Second difference,” he said. “I’m not your boyfriend, Molloy. I’m not supposed to care about you, remember?” “No, you’re not supposed to,” I agreed with a shiver, as he pinned me to the bonnet of the car. Excitement thrummed to life inside of me. “But you still do.” Heat flashed in his eyes, but he made no move to deny it.
