A deep chuckle sent a bolt of pleasure through me. “Damn, you’re sweet. Lucky for you I’ve got a conscience and I’m gonna walk away.” Wait, what? Walk away? He reached out and took a lock of my hair, then twirled it around his finger before dropping it with a sigh. “Why … why are you walking away?” I blurted, desperate to keep him here. His eyes seemed to twinkle with something, but whether it was amusement or not, I couldn’t tell. There was a darkness there too. I’d seen it before. It felt a bit threatening, but then he’d…
I read. And quilt. A lot.