MICHELA;
I turned and he was standing on the last step, eyes dim and hooded. His face held a frown. I could tell he had witnessed what just happened with Nathan. Skye still stood by the door, wagging her tail.
“Yeah,” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. “It’s really nothing you should worry about.”
“I am.” He snapped, already moving toward me. My throat tightened with each freaking step he took.
For a moment, he didn’t look like the man whose body I had been touching and taking only hours earlier. He had that same intense aura that pulled me in from the beginning rolling off him in waves. My eyes caught on the veins outlined along his forearms and my breath hitched.
“I am already bothered, kitten,” he said again, voice low and sharp. “But what’s bothering me more is why you’r
