TESSA
His eyes trailed my body and I felt so exposed.
He took another step forward, his frame nearly taking up the space, making the room feel smaller.
“You—you shouldn't be here.” I whispered, clutching the towel tighter around me, my knuckles turning white.
His head tilted, a dangerous half-smile tugging at his lips. “Why were you avoiding me?”
“I wasn't,” I said fast, my heart pounding loudly.
“Liar.” The smirk grew as he said closer, invading my personal space.
I took a step back till I hit the edge of the vanity table. I could feel the heat emanating from his body and my mind was a maelstrom of thoughts.
“You should leave. This is inappropriate,” I managed to find my voice.
A low chuckle vibrated from him. “When has anything about us ever been appropriate?” One of his brows
