He pushed against my chest, his fingers curling in the fabric of my maroon henley. “It’s not happening, baby, so go bark up another tree.” “I like this tree.” I backed him into the towering bookshelf and pinned him in place. I really liked this tree. For some stupid, inexplicable reason, Cassius was all I could think about these days. And whenever he was near me, all I wanted to do was touch him.
