MAXINE

He was going to kiss me.

The moment Ronan’s hand touched my chin, lifting my face to meet his. I felt disgusted. His touch was firm but not harsh. It was like he was testing the waters. He was pushing boundaries he already knew I didn’t want to be crossed. His eyes were cold and calculating and they looked into mine. He was searching for resistance.

I didn’t give him the satisfaction. I kept my expression as unreadable as I could manage. I wasn’t going to let him see how ...