“You’re not going to scream at me? Try to run away?” I grasped his face. His stubble was sharp under my palms, sending a thrill through me. “Could I? If I really wanted to escape you, would I be able to?” The muscles in his jaw tensed under my touch. His gaze hardening as he stared at me. “No.” “Then I guess it’s a good thing I don’t want to go.”
