His fingers continue to stroke across my cheek, and I get lost in the simple touch, enjoying it way more than I should. He’s looking at me with something I don’t recognize. No, that’s not true. I recognize it all right; I just never expected it from him. Lust. Foster is lusting after me, and the crazy part is that he’s not the only one feeling that way. I close my eyes against the revelation, scared and unsure what to do about it.
