“Violet.” “Yeah?” My voice is weak, breathy. Cole leans closer, inhaling deeply, as his mouth hovers near my throat. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you.” My heart stops. Lurches. Freezes. I look up into his eyes, so full of uncertainty and longing. So tortured. So pained. I search his face. Looking for some clue as to what he really wants me to do here. A hint, a tell, something. But that military training is shining through, so I opt for the truth. “I’m not a very good liar.”
