POV: IZZY
I sat frozen.
Not because I was scared.
Okay maybe a little because I was scared.
But mostly because my body had decided betrayal was fun tonight.
This man had pulled me onto his lap without permission and somehow instead of punching him like a respectable woman, my heart was acting like it had just found free rent.
His hand rested lazily against the armrest, not touching me anymore.
Which somehow made me more aware of him.
His scent.
God.
Why did he smell so
No.
No. We were not doing this.
I shifted and tried to stand.
His hand moved.
Not forceful.
Just enough to stop me.
My eyes widened.
Excuse me?
I turned to glare at him.
He looked… younger up close.
Not young.
Just less terrifying than earlier.
Still annoying though.
His blue eyes studied me quietly.
