Fuck.
There it was again.
Thirty Nine
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
MASON
The second Rowan touched me, my brain completely short-circuited.
Not dramatically.
Just enough to piss me off.
Her fingers brushed the side of my neck while fixing my collar, and suddenly I was way too aware of everything again.
Her hand.
Her perfume.
How close she was standing.
Damn it.
Rowan seemed to realize what she was doing at the exact same time because her hand stopped for a second.
Then she pulled back fast.
“Sorry,” she said immediately.
“It’s fine.”
Too quick.
Too rough.
Great job, asshole.
Her expression shifted slightly. “You always do that.”
“Do what.”
“Act weird after touching me.”
I stared at her.
“That sentence sounds insane out loud.”
“You know what I mean.”
Unfortunately, I did.
ROWAN
He looked genuinely annoyed at himself.
Which was… weirdly reassuring.
