“We’ll go make arrangements for our departure tomorrow,” Ronak says. In a move that totally shocks me, he steps up to me and grips my chin with his fingers. The sudden contact makes heat flare inside of me. “See you soon,” he says, his voice low and growly and filled with hunger. Whoa, Nelly. He went from being unreadable to being a wide-open bodice-ripper book in the middle of a steamy scene.
