“Do you always obey commands so well, Tessalyn?” he asked, stepping into her even more. She could feel a hard muscle brushing against her front. “Rarely.” “Another truth,” he said, that finger letting her curl go free and sliding along her jaw. She forced herself to remain still. “So you are either more obedient than you care to admit, or…” He trailed off, his fingers dropping to her bare shoulder and brushing down her arm. “Or what?” she gritted out. “Or it is just with me.” “It is neither of those things.”
