The idiot reached out, but instead of taking the pencil, he grabbed her hand, linking his fingers with hers, the pencil held awkwardly between them. A low growl of warning rumbled from my chest, and he snapped his hand back, looking a little dazed. He glanced between Bliss and me before saying, “Never mind.” The only thing stopping me from slamming his sandy-blond head into his desk was Bliss’ worried gaze.
