But my daydream was broken when Zed casually stretched an arm around me, his fingers stroking down my upper arm. I frowned, shooting him a confused look. "What the hell are you doing?" He met my stare, giving me a half smile. "What? You had some dirt or something on your sleeve. Probably from the office wall earlier." He shot me a wink, then withdrew his arm. Slowly. What the fuck?
