Roisin
But I wasn’t afraid anymore.
I was done playing small.
“Answer mine,” I fired back, stepping in closer despite the fact he was already pressed against me. “Did you enjoy it?”
Something flashed in his eyes again. It was a warning, a challenge, a desperate denial.
But I saw the way his gaze dropped to my lips.
I saw the way his breathing changed.
And I leaned into it.
Into him.
He tried to intimidate me, to use that looming presence, that smoldering glare, that predator's stillness. But it didn’t scare me. If anything, it lit something reckless and fierce inside me.
“Last night,” I whispered, my tone turning softer now, silkier, “I was drunk. I can’t remember much of the kiss…”
I pushed up onto my toes, palms flattening against the wall of his chest. Solid muscle. Unyieldi
