Forbidden Romance Tales
she said, holding the folder out, her hands trembling just slightly.
He took it from her, fingers brushing hers. The contact was brief, accidental, a mere whisper of skin on skin, but it sent a jolt straight up her arm, a static shock that had nothing to do with physics.
“I’ll review it. You’ll have my feedback soon,” he said, his tone neutral, almost detached, but his gaze lingered longer than necessary.
That afternoon, as she was shoving a book from the library into her bag, his voice cut through the ambient noise of the emptying corridor.