Chapter 12: Mia

An answering desire kindles to life inside me. "There's a difference between impulsiveness and spontaneity."

"True." He steps closer.

My breath catches when he reaches out and twirls a lock of hair around his index finger before staring at the dark strands as if fascinated by them.

"Don't you ever get tired of being so damn good?" He pauses. "Aren't you ever tempted to break out of the little box your parents have put you in?"

Nerves scuttle through me, and goose flesh rises in its wake. "No one has put me in a box. They give me the freedom to do what I want. Unlike you, I make better choices."

"You don't think I make good decisions?" His fingers continue to grip my hair as he invades my personal space.

"Look around you," I whisper, wanting to break the sexual tension building between us. "The answer is evident."

"Hmmm, you might be right." His lips lift into a wry grin before twisting with a hint of bitterness. "You've been branded the good girl, and I'll always be the bad