I hated that my body reacted to his words, like hot flames dancing against my skin, a pool between my legs, and the fast beating of my heart. I could already picture it... he might have made it sound like a threat but it got my body wanting something I shouldn't.
Something sinfully sweet.
"T-That doesn't relate to torture"
Shit! Now I was even stuttering in my words? I can't remember the last time that trait of mine happened. But I guess with Dace that side of me will always be bound to come out because of the way he makes me feel.
But I won't acknowledge it. I can't. This feeling should have died with me a long time ago.
He smirked and I hated my heart skipped a beat. "Why do I get the feeling you react to it"
