“Hold on!” I stopped to catch my breath. He turned and gave me an impatient look.
“I’ve been following you around for over an hour and I’m not taking one more step until you tell me who you are.” I crossed my arms and waited.
He sighed then suddenly reached out and gently ran his fingers through my hair. His warm fingertips grazed my scalp and made my skin tingle. Our eyes met and I blushed.
“Hold still,” he commanded softly as I fidgeted. When he pulled his hand away, he was holding a piece of windshield glass that I’d missed.
“I’m…still waiting,” I said, suddenly flustered.