AMARIS’S POV
"Who says I’m jealous?" He snorted, the sound biting. "I’m looking out for you—why do you think I’m here instead of my brothers?"
I scoffed. "Oh, please. You’re so mad I can practically taste it. What—scared Mathias will put my flowers in a vase and think of me every time he looks at them?"
His eyes flashed.
Something dangerous.
Something manic.
Something twisted.
Then—he chuckled.
"You just love to play with fire, don’t you?"
I shot him an acidic smile. "Red is kind of my thing."
Then—he moved.
Too fast for my mind to catch up.
Too close—until I was pressed against him.
Breath to breath.
Skin to skin.
Before I could stop him, his fingers curled around my hip, slipping lower.
To my ass.
Intentionally. Unabashedly.
Right where Mathias had touched me.
Right wh
