LILY
I froze, my heart hammering loudly against my ribs.
The air in the bathroom was thick with the scent of Jasper's expensive cologne, sandalwood and tobacco, plus the sterile tang of bleach typical with restrooms.
My back was pressed against the cold marble of the vanity, the edge of the sink digging into my spine. I felt trapped, a rabbit pinned by a wolf, but for the first time in my life, I didn't want to run.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied, though my voice was barely a whisper, giving away just how nervous I was.
Jasper laughed, a dark, rich sound that made the hair on my arms stand up. He reached out, his hand moving with agonizing slowness. He didn't grab me; he just rested his palm on the marble next to my hip, leaning in until his face was inches from mine
