Anastasia felt his warm fingers drop from her cheek while she stared at him with a stunned expression.
It finally dawned on her that he had apologised for the kiss he had stolen from her, her face flushing with embarrassment, and she quickly hid her lips behind her hand. She saw how he looked at her, his expression calm while his midnight eyes sparkled with newfound intensity.
Her heart began to beat out of control, not expecting things to change like this. She shook her head and whispered,
"No."
She wanted to go home; she wanted to be home. She knew this entanglement was not what she desired.