If I release you, you won't scream? I'd rather not continue the conversation like this."<br />She shook her head, and he freed her. She scrambled away from him, feeling the grooves of the headboard bite into her back when she slammed into it. <br />He sat back on her bed, his hands on his jean-clad thighs. The hair at his neck curled from dampness. "You don't have to be afraid of me." <br />She almost laughed. "A stranger breaks in, and I'm supposed to be cool with that?" <br />"Amy, we're not strangers.