Ember
Seth just stood there and pulled the knife out as if I hadn’t just stabbed him. My gun was still pointed at him.
“What the f**k, Seth?” I said, keeping the gun up. Was he going to kill me?
“Nice throw,” he said. Before I could blink, he had snatched the gun from my hand and tossed it on the bed, then picked me up and pinned me against the wall. It was an intimate position and I was breathless, staring into his eyes. He sniffed the air before growling low, pressing his face to my neck. I knew I should have been terrified. Instead, the sparks from his nose against my neck were threatening a moan I was barely keeping in. I stayed perfectly still. I wanted that moment to last. Reality broke through and I pushed him back.
“Why are you here, Seth?” I asked. I glanced at the door, which
