This time, I didn't move her hand away.
Bad decision. Terrible decision. My chemistry project stared accusingly from my laptop screen. The clock on the wall showed 11:08. Less than an hour to finish before Vivienne claimed her time slot.
"I need to work," I said, but my voice lacked conviction.
"Work later." Her hand slid higher. "I need help with another formula."
"What formula would that be?"
"The one for friction." Her smile turned wicked. "You know, force times the coefficient of..."
She didn't finish because I grabbed her wrist, stopping her hand's upward journey.
"Cassidy."
"What?" Those purple eyes gazed into mine, challenging.
"You're playing with fire."
"Maybe I like getting burned."
We stared at each other, her wrist still captured in my grip. The air between us crackled with something dangerous.
"Your mother will kill me." My voice came out rougher than intended.
"She doesn't have to know."
"Your sisters—"
