This woman had actually rubbed against his hand.
For a moment there, he felt like he could still feel the delicate skin of her face on his hand.
His gaze fell upon her face.
"How improper."
Celeste Grant was completely bewildered.
'Shameless? Improper?'
"Me? Are you talking about me?"
She pointed at herself, still not quite getting it, and began to speak. "No, hold on, how am I the shameless one? You were the one who grabbed my face like this." As Celeste Grant spoke, she gestured at her own chin. "You were the one who got so close to me, and your grip was so strong it hurt like hell. Just like that other time, you squeezed my waist so hard it bruised, and it took half a month to heal."
"I…"
A moment too late, she realized she had misspoken. She looked up and met the man's deep, cold eyes.
Her breath caught in her throat. Celeste Grant's face instantly turned red.
"Just… ignore that last part."
She couldn't help but curse herself inwardly.
