"The conversation between your fingers
and someone else's skin. This is the most
important discussion you can ever have."
-Iain Thomas
Grace Roberts' PoV:
"Hey, let go of me!" That was all I could let out before his hand covered my mouth while the other one trapped me between a wall and him.
He wasn't anything less than a wall either, especially with that strong built and those hard muscles I was punching on in an attempt to break free.
My hands automatically stopped when I realized how he pressed against me. He was touching me and this time I wasn't drunk or out of my mind.
It was real, every bit of it from his toned muscles and perfect abs to his wet hair that had traces of fingers running through them.
I could feel his breath fan my face, as he continued to press his hand to
