~Amira~

The warmth of his palms seeped into me, chasing away the chill from my phobia and I couldn't help the way my body relaxed into it, even as my mind whirled.

Who was this man? Why did he seem familiar?

All the questions I had suddenly vanished when I felt his fingers trace the curve of my hip—light as a feather, and yet everywhere in my body those hands passed made my breath come shorter, made my skin prickle with awareness.

I tried to find words to maybe make an excuse for ...