“He collected you,” she murmured. “He collected me…”
I wanted to kiss her. No, I was dying for it. Her body was so close now, and her mouth drew nearer to mine.
It would be easy. So perfect.
So right.
“Colson…”
Where before, her eyes had been unfocused, they now burned with an inner blue fire. An unseen electricity buzzed between us. The finger on my chest became four fingers, then a smooth, warm palm.
“I… I want you to know…”
That palm was roaming now, tracing lightly along my pectoral. Eliciting shivers I couldn’t stop. Ideas I could no longer control.
But I had to keep control. At the moment, control was all I had left.
“Goodnight, Peyton,” I said thickly, forcing the words from my throat.
Then, somehow, I found the strength to walk away.
