Esme's heart pounded as she felt his warm breath on her neck. She knew she had to play along. She didn't move away. Instead, she faced him boldly and put her delicate finger on his cheek. "I don't have to practice, Silas," she said in a hushed tone. Silas closed his eyes, his body reacting to her touch and proximity.
"You can rely on me. Your parents won't find out that we are acting." Esme sprang to her feet and walked away, leaving Silas hanging with his own desire.
"Shit," Silas muttered under his breath, a mix of frustration and admiration evident in his tone. "This woman is something."
Esme was smart, confident, and independent, and he found himself drawn to those qualities. Silas cocked his head and watched Esme's retreating figure, his mind evidently intrigued by her actions.
"Miss Shaw."
Esme stopped right in front of the door, her hand hovering on the door knob. She let out a sigh and waited for his next instruction.
