" His touch was like an electric current that ran through his fingers into my cheek and down the back of my neck.

I took another step back, away from him. "Don't do that," I whispered and hated the part of myself that died for his soft touch. "Why? Why do you do things like that if you agree we shouldn't be involved? It's confusing and... and you make it so much worse." My words tumbled over each other as they poured from my mouth.

He didn't reach for me again. His blue eyes were sad. "

― Kirby Howell , Autumn in the City of Angels (Autumn, #1)