Sarah's POV
Anderson didn’t answer my question.
Instead, he smirked and said, "You know, most people would die for a view of my godly physique right now. But honestly? The real masterpiece here is you.”
Part of me wanted to scream at him, to push him away, and remind him of the boundaries we had agreed to set. But another part—a part I hated to acknowledge—wanted to give in, to let go of all the reasons why this was a bad idea and just feel.
Honestly, his touch was addictive, his presence almost too much to handle. I felt more alive than I ever did—even when I was with Joshua.
But that scared me more than anything. Because if I let him in, even for a moment, I was not sure I would be able to stop. Gosh! What the f**k is wrong with me?!
“We can’t do this,” I forced myself to whisper
