He tried to yank his wrist free of her grasp but she was stronger than she looked. He’d never been so grateful for the layers of clothing he put on. “Let go. Now.” He was panicking now and he knew he’d only get sloppier with it.
Instead of letting go, Willow pushed his sleeves up roughly to bare some of his skin. “No,” was all she murmured before letting her fingers trail over his skin.
