Rebekkah's POV.
The knock on the door wasn’t loud. It wasn’t a bang or a kick. It was three steady, patient taps that made my heart stop. I felt the sweat on my skin turn into ice.
Derek went totally still. His hand moved fast, reaching for the back of his jeans where his gun was tucked, but then he caught my eye and stopped. He looked at me, his face tight, his eyes still dark from what we had just done on that kitchen counter. He looked messy, his hair pushed back and his chest still heaving.
"Don't," Derek said. It wasn't a question.
"I have to," I whispered. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely get my buttons through the holes of my blouse. I felt sick. The air in the loft, which had felt so warm and private seconds ago, now felt like it was shrinking. I felt like a crimin
