Michael's POV
Jessica looked… confused.
Like she didn’t understand what was happening—like she had no idea why her body was reacting the way it was.
From the moment she stepped into the hall, I caught her scent—wild and intoxicating. It hit me like a thunderclap, sending a pulse of heat through my veins.
I knew she felt it too.
Her reaction did things to my body that I couldn't explain. The way her chest rose and fell too quickly, the slight parting of her lips as if she couldn’t catch her breath.
Plus, I could smell her arousal.
It was a cruel form of torture, standing there, keeping my distance when all I wanted to do was close the space between us—to grab her, claim her, and drown myself in her scent until it was the only thing I knew.
And then there were her eyes.
Green—like
