It’s harder now. With those piercing blue eyes flaying me open, I feel the same wild things I felt thevery first time he ever looked at me.
I remind myself what succumbing to him six years ago had cost me.
Isaak reaches out. I cringe away, but then I realize he’s only unbuckling me from the seatbelt. Hisshoulder brushes against my chest and his hand grazes my hip as he frees me. At every point of
contact, my body burns with tension.
It never felt this when Alex—Maxim, I mean; I may never get used to that—touched me. Truth be told,it’s never felt like this when anyone touched me.
When I’m free, he backs away instantly. Like the touch that burned me electrocuted him instead.“Follow me.”
I swing my legs out of the car. Isaak is already s
