10 – Sensual
His fingertips travelled down her arm.
Jaina shivered and bit her lips. It was only the ghost of a touch – his fingers barely made contact – and yet the impact effectively stopped every other coherent thought in her brain.
She jerked her arm away and glared.
Jag didn't miss a beat of the ongoing conversation but the smirk in his expression told her enough. I need to concentrate, she thought in his direction furiously. His imperceptible smile widened. He wasn't Force-sensitive at all – but his mind possessed the uncanny ability to focus thoughts like a rapier.
You're beautiful when you're angry.