But not touching was probably even more intimate than touching when he was eating food right out of her hand. And pinning her to the table without actually touching her.
He had no idea. Or he did.
Zoe tensed as he grabbed her wrist. She knew he thought he was trying to convince her of something. And probably himself. She was not going to show him what he wanted. "You were upset and I was bugging you," she reminded him, lifting her chin and looking straight into his eyes. "You didn't hurt me. You could have, but you didn't."