Sandy's POV
Charles traced his fingertips along the curve of my spine, sending waves of sensation through my body. I trembled beneath his touch, every nerve ending alive with electricity.
"I can't shake the feeling that your father knows about our plans, and you're being—"
"Sandy." His voice cut through my words like a blade.
The sound of my name on his lips made me freeze. Something thick and painful lodged itself in my throat, refusing to be swallowed.
There was something final in his tone, an undercurrent of barely contained fury. It was clear he had no interest in hearing my thoughts on this matter.
I wouldn't blame him if he pushed me away now. The thought left me feeling empty, like something vital had been carved out of my chest.
I didn't want him to walk away from me, not after what we'd just shared. I didn't want to destroy this perfect moment between us, but I feared I already had.
