Sasha's hand dropped away from Cole's chest, a mixture of disappointment and rage flickering in her white eyes. He was no better than Kessler - he loved to hurt her. To humiliate her. And Sasha had never felt more loved in her life, because it was a test. She knew it had to be. If he didn't care at all, he wouldn't try so hard to deny what she was saying.
"I know you love me, Cole," she said. "If you didn't, you would have killed me."
Deciding to try again, she circled around him, placing both palms flat on his chest. He was so warm. Unlike Kessler, his body wasn't being kept alive by machines and Sasha felt as if she could crawl inside his skin and sleep there forever. Maybe if she was a good girl, he would let her.
"You still don't know yet," she said, sliding her hand down his stomach, fingers tracing the toned muscle through his t-shirt. "But I can show you now."