“It would mean that touching you lights me on fire,” Moses growled, advancing on her, his eyes flashing black. “It would mean I would crawl out of my own skin to get inside you. Hypothetically,” he tacked on, pausing his strides and holding up his hands, turning partially toward where he must have sensed Theodore leaping out of his chair. “Just as an example. Anyway, we’re done with this meeting, right? I have shit to do.”
