Violet 

Keeping Hades Sinclair’s hands off me was like trying to tame fire, every time I tried, it only burned hotter. And I did try. God, I tried to keep his hands to himself in the car, at least until we got inside. I told myself to keep a straight face, to ignore the way his hand gripped my thigh, the way his fingers brushed against the inner part every few seconds like he couldn’t help himself. I even swatted his hand away once.

It didn’t work.

By the time we reached the house, I was already trembling inside. Every brush of his fingers in the car had left a...