I crossed my arms over my chest, more out of instinct than intention, though somewhere in the back of my mind I was aware that the movement probably did something very specific for my figure. Like, make my breasts look bigger…
Not that I cared. Not right now. Not when he was standing this close to me. Not when my pulse had decided to sprint like it was trying to escape my body entirely.
“You do realize,” I said, forcing my tone into something resembling casual despite the way the heat of him seemed to seep into my skin,
“that glaring at someone like that is generally considered rude.”
His brow shifted ever so slightly, the movement subtle, controlled.
“You ran into me, snowflake.”
Gods.
Even his voice sounded too good to be true.
It was so unfair!
Deep, steady, carrying tha
