DAPHNE
I shove his hands off me, my pulse still thundering in my ears as I stumble back a step, desperate to put distance between us. His touch lingers on my skin, not in sensation but in memory like an unsettling pull of familiarity I can't explain, as though I've stood here before, with him, in another life.
Clutching my handbag like a shield, I draw in a shaky breath. "Were you following me?"
His storm-gray eyes gaze steadily into mine. "You should be careful." He says softly, almost like a warning.
My fingers tighten around the strap of my bag. "That doesn't answer my question."
His lips press into a thin line, his jaw tightening. "I have nowhere else to go."
His words weigh me down, and I feel stuck.
"You expect me to believe that?" I ask. "What do you want from me?"
"You. Th
