"Val?" he called gently, hoping to draw her attention back to the present.
"Hmmm?" she answered distractedly, her gaze still fixed on the path her fingers traced, mesmerized by the sensation beneath her touch.
Marco took a slow breath, steadying himself. "You have to stop touching me," he said softly.
"Uhn?" she murmured, barely registering his words.
Marco grabbed both her wrists gently, halting the wandering path of her hands. "Are you really still that naïve?" he asked. What the hell has Ricardo been doing with her?
"What?" she asked, her brows knitting together in confusion.
"What do you think is going to happen with you touching me like that?" he continued. The proximity between them, the warmth of her skin beneath his fingers, and the vulnerability of his own state made the moment dangerously charged.
