My breath hitched. Heat spread down my neck, settling low in my belly. "That's not-" The words tangled in my throat when his thumb brushed the side of my neck, a slow circle. His touch stayed light, but it was enough to feel my pulse hammering beneath his skin.

"Your heart's racing," he said quietly. "Why is that?"

"It's not."

"Camila." He said my name like a warning, soft but edged. Like he could see through the tiny tremors running down my body, the shallow breaths I couldn't hide, the ...