For a second, both of them froze.
They just stood there, wide-eyed.
The faint ray from the phone screen slipped through their fingers, casting a dusty glow between them.
Claire stared into his intense eyes, and out of nowhere, the heat on her wrist reminded her of his touch, making her swallow hard.
That tiny movement jolted her back. She jerked her hand back dramatically and spun around, turning her back to Nelson.
Even though there wasn't a mirror in the elevator, and she couldn't see her face, Claire was sure it was burning. She could feel the heat all the way to her ears.
She exhaled sharply, mouthing a quiet curse—
Ugh, seriously? Get it together, Claire. It was just a hand touch! Don't act so lame! What happened to that bold hand-on-abs moment just now, huh?
