SLOANE’S POV
You’ve got to be kidding me. I paced the length of the room, seething with an emotion that was familiar to disdain. “Haha. Gotcha!” Andrian’s voice sliced through the tensed
Shoot! It wasn’t disdain. My entire system was spiraling out of control. I stopped in my tracks, and turned to face him. “What now?”
My eyes took in his honed abs, a mixture of groaning hours in the gym, and genetics. I couldn’t keep my eyes from wandering all over his torso. My eyes dipped, to the V line that gave way to his groin, and sir swooshed out of my lungs.
“I’m enjoying every bit of this. Don’t tell me you’re the type to chicken out, in the heat of the situation,” he paused and added. “To think I almost gave you credit for being fiesty,”
I rolled my eyes. “Back to what we were saying,
