Chapter 77 Feel

• His body felt so lovely against mine, and under my thin jersey, my skin prickled with the weirdest sensations—as much as I hated to acknowledge it. When Tyrone pulled his hand away from the dishwasher and stood up to his total weight, I turned so that barely a sliver of air separated us and put on an emotionless mask. I leaned against the counter behind me and cocked my head, waiting for Tyrone to move, but all he did was blink at me.
• I said, maintaining a normal tone of voice despite my grasp on the graphite counter so firm that it discolored my knuckles. "So, what time are we leaving?"
• He gave me a perplexed look, dazed. "Leaving?"