Why not you?

Grace's heart thudded slowly and loudly against her chest. Perhaps it was the abruptness of the situation that made it race, or maybe it was the tight grip on her arm. Or perhaps it was the distance between her and Haines's face—she could inhale his hot breath as it caressed her upper lip. Their eyes shimmered as they mirrored each other's.

Her lips parted slightly, stunned into silence at how quickly things had escalated.

Haines exhaled heavily, staring at her up close. His body was burning, and with her soft, delicate skin under his hold, a slight itch emerged in him—an itch that could only be eased if he glided his palms over her softness.

Slowly, he pulled her closer... and closer, until his face moved past hers, stopping in front of her ear. "Is... Penny an addict?"