Aurora walked through the afternoon crowds with her bag gripped too tight and her breathing coming faster than the pace required. Students moved past her in both directions. She registered their faces without actually seeing them. Her mind was somewhere else entirely.
His hand.
Rome's hand wrapped around hers across that table.
The memory wouldn't leave. The way his fingers closed deliberately. The pressure. The warmth that traveled from his palm straight through her chest and down lower, settling in a place that made her thighs press together involuntarily as she walked.
That wasn't normal.
That wasn't how holding hands worked.
