Hurriedly, she stood up and started to walk away. She had taken a few steps when a hand shot out and caught her wrist.
"Melanie," Adam said slowly as he looked into her face.
Before she could react, he pulled at her wrist causing her to stumble and then land against him with a soft grunt.
"Adam—" she began, but he was already cupping her face in his hands, his thumb stroking the apple of her cheek with a tenderness that undid her more effectively than anything else. Just now, he had looked and sounded cold and unfeeling, but now, he could be so soft... She blinked at him as he murmured," I don't like the sad look in your eyes."
She rolled her eyes and tried to keep the situation light, not wanting to delve deeper into whatever she was feeling. "What do you want me to do? Draw smiley faces on my eyeballs?"
Adam chuckled at that and she could not stop herseld from smiling as he pulled her cheek, "Tempting. But I'd prefer the real thing."
