He hates me, Lin thought dismally, and nearly stumbled, the next step of the dance catching her off guard. But Conor steadied her, setting his free hand at her waist, his long fingers curling around so they touched the bare skin at her back. She heard him catch his breath. His fingers were wands of fire against her skin. She thought she had never felt anything so intensely. Save when he kissed you. When you ached for him. When you would have let him do anything he wanted.
