Ruby’s POV
The moment stretched between us, charged with something dangerous.
Manson’s golden eyes burned, his grip on my wrist tightening ever so slightly. Not enough to hurtbut enough to remind me of what he was.
What we were.
I should have stepped back. Should have torn my gaze away.
But I didn’t.
Because some part of me some foolish, reckless part wanted to know what would happen if I didn’t resist.
“Say it,” he murmured. His voice was low, rough, curling around me like smoke.
I swallowed hard. “Say what?”
Manson’s lips curved slightly. Dangerous. Knowing.
"That you want me."
I felt my breath catch.
And I hated that he noticed.
Because of the flicker of satisfaction in his eyes? Infuriating.
I wrenched my wrist from his grip, stepping back. “You’re insufferable.”
Manson
