SARAH
His pupils dilate, something in those warm hazel eyes of his soften. Yet, his jaw is sharp with resolve even as he shakes his head.
Why in the world is he shaking his head? Has he just sworn not to take anything I say seriously?
“No.”
There it is. The word I know has been lingering on his tongue.
Great. So I’m just going to be dismissed like I don’t matter. Of course I don’t.
Stubborn, I raise a brow. This would have been the perfect time to fold my arms, but here we are.
“No?”
I gulp hard on the lump in my throat as my breath quivers.
Is this it? Is he ready to fight? Do I even want him to?
He repeats the word again, “No”, straight faced as he takes two steps closer to me, reducing the distance between us to almost nothing. His cologne conquers the air that drifts
