Chapter 39. Boys and Their Blunders

Mark's lips met hers in a firm press, and lightning pierced through Carla's core.

She pulled back with a gasp, one hand planted on his chest, then yanked it back when her fingers twitched with the temptation to fondle him. 

She had lost her mind, Carla concluded, as a flood of emotions—nasty emotions she wanted nothing to do with—flooded her veins like burning poison.

The room suddenly felt like the heat had been turned on, and Mark was starting to look less like the psycho who kidnapped her and more like a very attractive young man she wanted to climb and test all of his upernatural strength and stamina. 

"Ew," she shuddered in disgust at the image her mind was creating and tried not to meet his intense green eyes.

"I think I'm losing my f*cking mind," she confessed, sounding too breathless for the amusement she had been aiming for.

"Same," he whispered, voice low and strained.

Like a psycho (or one of the barbarians Carla used to