The touch burns through my skin, sends
electricity shooting up my arm and straight to places that have no business responding to Andrew Simon.
We stand frozen, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, my body still pressed against the cooler door, his torso hot and huge against mine.
The air between us feels combustible.
I don't know what's going to happen….
… then his phone buzzes.
Andrew doesn't move for a heartbeat. Not for two. His thumb traces the smallest final circle against my pulse before he releases me abruptly and steps back to pull his phone from his pocket.
Whatever he sees on the screen transforms him completely.
"We'll continue this later." He reaches past me to pull the door open, then strides through and away, the phone pressed to his ear.
"… What? … No?
… Are you fucking kidding me…? Listen…"
I stay pressed against the cooler door, my wrist still tingling from his touch.
It takes me a while to realize I'm shivering.
