Vanessa narrowed her eyes at his words and shot back, "If you were Elliott, you would know how I know about that scar."
The moment the words left her mouth, the atmosphere in the room changed completely. His expression darkened. Then suddenly he moved.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Elliott stood directly in front of her, one hand still wrapped around her wrist.
"You think I'm not Elliott?" he asked quietly. Elliott stood directly in front of her." Then who do you think I am?"
Before she could answer, his hands moved to his shirt. She watched as his hands moved slowly even as his eyes never left hers. Then he reached out and took her hand.
She felt her fingers trembling slightly and hoped he could not feel it. And she had a sinking suspicion that he could.
She almost missed what he said due to the hear radiating under her finger tips. She looked at his lips and shook her head," Huh?"
She watched him smile, as he said again, "Move your hand."
She swallowed. "What?"
