Eve
I wanted to hear it. God help me, I did. Some stupid, reckless part of me needed to know why he kept showing up, why he couldn’t just leave me alone.
But my body was betraying me in the worst way. The second he’d pulled me against him, my skin had lit up like fireworks. My heart was still racing, my stomach twisting in knots that had nothing to do with fear. And I wasn’t even in heat. This was just… him.
I couldn’t stand here another second.
“Don’t bother,” I said, shaking my head. I kept my back to him, refusing to turn around. “I don’t want to hear it anymore.”
I started walking toward my car, steps quick and deliberate, the cold air burning my lungs.
His hand caught mine from behind—warm, firm, stopping me dead.
My eyes flew wide. I spun to face him, but the moment I met his
