"According to you, none of this is real. We are all made up characters in a book. Yet here I am..." The hand that held her wrist flexed, long fingers warm against her skin. He felt  very  real. Everything about him was setting off little alarms in her mind. And he was so close to her, she could feel the heat radiating off his entire body, his cologne teasing her senses. If she weren't such a stubborn fool, she would have looked away from him by now. A smart girl would. But she couldn’t— not when those eyes of molten steel were staring into her very soul. 