He fucking smirked.

And I thought that was it, but with Ethan everything was unpredictable because I was mistaken.

The texture of his palm seemed to grow rougher, and hotter.

Because I could swear they burned through my skin as he trailed them up again.

They moved up to my neck, and like deva ju, he curled them around my neck.

His hot skin wrapped softly around my neck.

The smirk long gone from his lips, and I could swear that if his eyes were not blind folded, they'd be darkened.

And with an expression I refused to believe was real and was reserved for me.

His touch lit my...