His fingers were warm.
Gentle.
Nothing like the reckless image everyone had of him.
Amara's pulse quickened as his thumb brushed lightly over her skin. It was such a small thing… but it felt like everything.
"You're shaking," he murmured.
"I'm not," she said quickly.
He smiled.
"You are."
She tried to pull her hand back, but he held it just a little tighter — not forcing, just asking her to stay.
And she did.
For once, she didn't run from the feeling.
She let it happen.