It startled Raven out of her senses. She clutched at her chest and whirled around to see him quietly leaning against the door to her room.
“Oh, Ralph. You scared me,” she whispered. Ralph walked into the room, slowly approaching her bed where she sat. He came to a stop just in front of her, looking down at her with eyes full of desire. She lowered her eyes and looked at her hands, acutely aware of his hot gaze upon her. Ralph’s warm fingers touched her chin and forced her to look up at him.
“Are you scared of me?” he asked her, scanning her face minutely.
“No, o-of course not,” she stuttered, but he didn’t look convinced enough.
“Then why do you jump every time I’m near you?”
“I don’t,” she lied to him, her heart beating so fast that she was afraid that he could hear it.
“Liar,” he w
