I didn’t turn around right away. If I did, I knew I’d lose whatever was left of my self-control.
Ryan’s breath warmed the back of my neck, steady but not steady at all. He wasn’t touching me, but the air between us felt like a touch anyway; thin, electric, too easy to fall into.
“Ella,” he said again. “Look at me.”
I hated how fast that single line shot through me, how easy it was for him to pull me in without even trying.
“I shouldn’t,” I whispered.
“But you want to.”
That hit like a spark to dry wood. I turned slowly as I was cautious and terrified that he was watching me with those impossible blue eyes that always seemed too honest when we were alone. His jaw was tight, but his expression wasn’t angry anymore. It was something worse, something dangerous in a different way that was
