His lips curved, the faintest twitch of a knowing smile before he reached lazily to the side. Without even glancing, his fingers found the phone resting beside him on the bed. He tapped the screen once, never breaking eye contact.
My legs loosened instinctively, the tension snapping so suddenly it almost made me stumble. A shaky breath escaped me, long and uneven, and only then did I realize I’d been holding it the entire time.
God, it had taken every ounce of strength not to fall apart on the walk from the bathroom.
His eyes dragged over me again, a scorching trail from my trembling legs all the way up to my flushed face. He moved like a predator as he rose to his feet, and suddenly he was towering over me, his shadow swallowing mine.
“I hate it,” he rasped, his voice low, husky, “whe
