"Well, it was probably the fever. You were burning up." My eyes snapped back to his. "You touched me?" "Yes, I touched you...and you weren't wearing a lot of clothes." The smug stretch of his lips spread. "And you were soaked ...in a white T-shirt. Nice look. Very nice." Heat crept over my cheeks. "The lake...it wasn't a dream?" Daemon shook his head. "Oh my God, so I did go swimming in the lake?" He pushed off the desk and took one step forward, which put him in the same breathing space as me... if he actually needed to breathe. "You did. Not something I expected to see on Monday night, but I'm not complaining. I saw a lot." "Shut up," I hissed. "Don't be embarrassed." He reached out, tugging on the sleeve of my cardigan. I smacked his hand away. "It's not like I haven't seen the upper part before, and I didn't get a real good look down--" I came off the desk swinging. My knuckles only brushed his face before he caught my hand. Wowzer, he was fast. Daemon pulled me up against his chest and lowered his head, eyes snapping with restrained anger. "Don't hit, kitten. It's not nice."