I jackknifed upright with a panicked need to obey. Right below that and rising to the surface was the simmering desire to disobey and see what happened. I met my two sides in the middle, taking my time leaving his bedroom, once I rolled all over his sheets and pillows, hoping my scent caught his nose later and drove him crazy. A shiver traveled down my spine, imagining Ronan in this bed, unable to escape me even in his sleep.
