Tasting the Forbidden
Billy’s hand landed on my shoulder, and he brought me back into his personal space, whispering but one word, “Don’t.”
I couldn’t understand Lance. He had never shown such interest in me. Hell, he had never shown much interest in anyone… Everyone had begun to speculate at some point that he was gay, and was secretly entertaining guys whenever he could.
And yet, as his intense eyes settled over my frame, another unpleasant shiver ran through me.
This guy, whom I had once called brother, even as he always called me pest, was looking aggrieved, as if I had betrayed him greatly by stepping out of his hold.