Rhia's POV
I shouldn’t have believed his words. Because everything that comes out of Rhys mouth are nothing but lies.
Our car was parked in the farthest corner of the building’s lot, half-hidden by the rows of cars. The outside world was quiet, same as inside of the car, except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the sound of our breathing. More of mine than his.
The worst thing of the moment?
I sat astride Rhys, his hands firm on my waist, his breath brushing the skin of my throat. This close, I could not only feel the warmth of his breath, I felt the tightness and warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne and sin.
It felt wrong in every way. My heartbeat was too loud, my palms pressed flat on my thighs, back arched backward to keep space between us, yet he didn’t move,
