CHAPTER 96 A Game of Denial

  Dylan's POV

  Avery took a sharp step back, her fingers slipping from my grasp as if my touch burned her. The contact, however brief, had sent a jolt of electricity through me, a reminder of the connection that bound us together, a connection she was desperately trying to deny.

  She shook her head uncertainty while she was at it.

  "I—" she started, her voice barely a whisper, then clamped her lips shut, her chest rising and falling rapidly as if she was struggling to breathe.

  She was flustered. The realization sent a surge of satisfaction through me. My words, my touch, my presence… it was affecting her. She couldn't deny the pull between us, the undeniable chemistry that crackled in the air.