Page 265 of Ruthless Court

“You can still learn the movement.”

“I know the movement.”

“Prove it.”

“You enjoy saying that.”

“It works.”

I take the ball from him.

His fingers brush mine.

Accidental.

Brief.

Enough to send heat into my palm.

I move into position.

Kane circles behind me.

My shoulders tighten.

He stops.

“Can I touch you?”

The question steals my next breath.

I glance over my shoulder.

His hands hang at his sides.

He waits.

“You didn’t ask in the car.”

“I should have.”

“You didn’t ask at my dorm.”

“I gave you time to stop me.”

“That isn’t the same.”

“I know.”

His expression doesn’t defend it.

He simply waits for my answer.

I look toward the open door.

Then at the screen reflecting both of us in black glass.

“Yes.”