I look down at our entwined hands, watching as his thumb gently rubs circles on the back of my wrist. The feel of his rough fingers against my soft skin sends shivers up my spine. I know I should pull away. But I don’t. Looking up, I see he’s also staring at our hands. What is he thinking? Why isn’t he letting go? When his gaze lifts, it finds mine like a magnet. A spark of something new flashes in his eyes. Something that takes my breath away and makes my heart hammer in my chest.
