rough and mellow. I stared at those big fingers, taking in the calluses all over them and the palms. They were strong hands. Solid hands. And they made my own itch. “You think I’d let that happen?” I rolled onto my stomach and propped my hands under my chin, so I could look up at him. I mean, if he wasn’t falling asleep yet either… “No.” His head was back against the couch, his eyes heavy and low. “Good, ’cause I wouldn’t.”
