Harper
I didn't turn around.
His breath moved the loose hair at my temple. The water bottle in my hand creaked under my grip, plastic buckling inward. I could feel his chest behind me, close enough to burn, far enough to deny.
"You can smell me. Great. That's not invasive at all."
"Answer the question."
"No."
"No it wasn't me, or no you won't answer?"
I turned around. Mistake. I knew it the second I did it, because his face was right there, inches away, and the gold in his eyes had cracked wide open inside the amber. His arms still braced the doorframe on either side of me, not touching, just there. A cage made of heat and intention.
I lifted my chin. Last scrap of bluff I had left. "Sherman said our bond stability is ten percent. You think now's the time to discuss my sleep schedu
