I look him in the eye evenly, chest tight. The stroke of his fingers on my skin makes it hard to think and hard to breathe. I feel myself leaning toward him without meaning to. He smells like honey, like always. I can't think clearly. If I didn't know Jamie, I would think he came to seduce me into doing what he wanted.

"I...," I say breathlessly, "I guess I don't have much choice." I wink at him, one of the last motions I can control.