Brielle's POV
I shoved against his chest hard enough to create space between us. My breath came too fast, my skin too hot everywhere he'd touched me. The bar felt suffocating, the walls pressing in.
"I need air."
I didn't wait for his response. Didn't look back to see if he followed. I just pushed through the crowd toward the exit, weaving between bodies that felt too close, music too loud, everything too much. My hands shook as I fumbled with the door handle.
The cool night air hit my flushed skin. I sucked in a breath, then another, trying to calm my racing heart and ignore the ache between my thighs that Dante had left behind.
What the hell was wrong with me? He was dangerous. Obsessive. About to become my stepbrother. Every single reason to run screaming in the opposite direction
