As Trish disappeared out of sight, Zachary closed his eyes, trying to pull himself together.
He had managed to stay away for the past eight days and now the brat had undone all the hard work with one not-quite-touch. Zachary grimaced. The fact that he knew exactly how many days it had been was bloody ridiculous. He was thirty years old. A grown man, not a schoolboy. It shouldn’t have been such a struggle to keep away.
But it was.