Jenna watched Rhane leave, the door closing with infuriating gentleness. And still, her fingers trembled. It wasn't fear anymore.
It was the memory of how good it had once felt to be wanted like this, when she was with her first love and how he had treated her with so much gentleness. And even then, something about Rhane made her feel tickly.
The worship in his eyes when he looked at her and the smoothness of his words that screamed of yearning. It confused Jenna because she didn't know if he was really sincere or just luring her in again. Yet it felt just too good, reminding Jenna that she was, after all, just a woman.
And how dangerously close she was to wanting it again. Wanting to be treated and touched with love by a man.
A soft knock wrapped Jenna's thoughts up, and she startled back into reality with a jerk.
"Who?" Jenna asked, narrowing her eyes. "Percy?"
