Gabriela
His gaze is intensely fixed on me.
Something flares in me then, a feeling that begins in my belly and spans outward. What is it about Aaron that always has me acting like this? I'm supposed to be playing the demure breeder and keeping my head down, not gaining his attention by boldly exclaiming my real feelings.
It seems that no matter what I do, Aaron refuses to turn away from me. Instead, he pulls me in, poking and prodding at me until everything within me comes exploding out. Like he's doing it in order to see the real me.
Maybe he is? Maybe this is what he's been wanting all along.
But why? What's the point?
His grip on my wrist is tight, but not enough to hurt. His palm is warm against my skin, scorching me like a brand. I want more.
I want...
Oh.
Without realizing i
