FIONA
I faltered.
How could I not when he was looking at me like the distance between us was a lie he was very quickly getting tired of telling?
I stuttered my way to recovery. “What if I don’t want you to stay away any more?”
Now it was my voice that was hoarse and Ethan’s eyes darkened.
“Do not torture me, Fiona.” His voice scraped low and I could almost hear his restraint wearing thin with every syllable.
“I am not trying to.” I whispered honestly.
He looked simultaneously like he wanted to shake me into giving up my crazy idea of getting close to the bishop and also to drag me against him and rip my shirt straight down the center.
My lips parted but no words made it past my throat.
Ethan made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded a lot like a growl. “Stop doing th
