When his palm reached the nape of my neck, my body instinctively arched, just enough to make his eyes flare with heat. His hand curled, anchoring me in place. “I asked you a question, Scarlett.” A breathless shiver ran from my head to the tips of my toes. Does this feel platonic to you? “No,” I whispered. “It doesn’t.” Another breath shuddered from his chest. That was the last warning I got before he pulled me toward him and slanted his mouth over mine.
