“A hand slipped under mine, warm and smooth, and I snapped my head left, seeing Will in the seat next to me. What…? A lump filled my throat as I gaped at the side of his face, wanting to be raging mad that he was there and touching me again without my permission, but… He curled his fingers, gripping me, and…and it took a moment to get a hold of myself. Finally, I forced a scowl and yanked my hand away. Or tried to. He wouldn’t let go. Or look at me. He just tossed his black hoodie over our hands and chatted to the guy in the next seat like I wasn’t here.”
Book:Nightfall