Alice
Lance's eyes sharpened—no, not just sharpened. It was like a spark ignited, a flare of danger that made my chest tighten. Something in his gaze—dark, deliberate, unreadable—has set my every nerve on fire. I didn't know if I should be terrified or... weak in ways I had no right to feel.
Slowly. Torturously slowly. Each inch of his movement was deliberate, precise, as if he were measuring the effect on me. My skin suddenly felt too sensitive, like it could catch fire at the slightest touch.
He leaned toward me, close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath brushing my ear, and my pulse jumped into a frantic rhythm. I tried to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. The fitting room had shrunk, compressed into a tiny cage, with him standing, impossibly close, blocking th
