“Stop looking at me like that.” I flick my gaze to his. “What?” “Stop looking at me like you want my hands on your body.” He inhales as if to keep a hold on himself, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. “If I touch you, I won’t ever stop.” I drop my head and lace my fingers, resting them in my lap. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I’m talking about sexual attraction, Miss Green.”
