Chloe’s POV
In an attempt to rouse my hormones and diffuse the tension between us, Kyle’s hands moved further up my bare thigh.
Goosebumps scattered all over the affected skin, making my breath hitch.
“You might not want to talk to me, but your body answers whenever I call unlike you,” he whispered in a hoarse tone as his fingers teased my thigh.
No, Chloe, no. You can’t let him wrap you in his webs again.
“Maybe when I bury my fingers inside you, you'll respond—with moans, but they're my favorite way to communicate with you anyways,” his fingers traveled higher as he spoke.
Fight it, those idiotic feelings that make you give in to a no-good guy like Kyle, I urged myself inwardly.
Suddenly, I pushed his hands away and held up my finger at him.
“I don't want you touching me, ever!
