EXTRACT FOR
Can't Run From Love
(Asrai Devin)

 He brought their hands to rest on the table again, renewing his stroking her wrist. The sparks he sent down her arm shot straight between her legs. The movement was so erotic he might as well be touching her intimately.

She wanted him. Admitting the truth, even to herself, made her throat clench, choking her ability to speak and breathe.

She pulled in a breath and resisted her base urges. Liz wanted lean across the table and kiss him. She wanted him to kiss her, touch her, and ask her to bed.

His eyes burned as they met hers. As if he felt the same.

He couldn't feel the same. One of them must keep the other at arm's length. She focused on her breath, trying to calm the panic rushing from her belly to her throat.

Darren lifted her hand and pressed two fingers against his lips.

Liz closed her eyes and groaned, pulling her hand one last time and he let go.

When she opened her eyes, he looked as devastated as she felt.