She didn't know why she was doing it. Okay, she knew why she was 'doing' this but she did not know why she was not stopping herself.
It was reckless, foolish—completely out of character. And yet, as Melanie stood before the mirror and adjusted the high slit on the side of her dress, she felt an inexplicable need to wear it. it was defiance but maybe it was also something far more dangerous—a silent challenge to a man who had decided to keep his distance from her after making her crazy with 'wanting' him! He'd even haunted her dreams and then just stopped after that!
Her fingers trembled slightly as she clasped the delicate chain around her thigh. The cool metal brushed against her skin, reminding her of his touch when she'd felt him fasten it around her thigh.
