SLOANE

“No, we are not holding hands.” I said for the third time.

“Yes, we are!” Dimitri insisted, proving to be the stubborn one. Although this time, he didn’t attempt to get my permission again. His hand caught my wrist, holding it tightly, and interlacing his fingers in mine. His eyes daring me to say anything.

“Fine, let’s have at it.” I finally gave in, but kept my voice level so he wouldn’t be able to read through me.

At my answer, Dimitri’s lips curled into a ...