He didn’t answer, his eyes locked on mine, and the silence between us grew heavy. The intensity of his gaze made my breath hitch, the unspoken tension suffocating. I could see it—he was battling with himself, wrestling with whatever control he had left.
Finally, he spoke, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down my spine. “You don’t understand what you’re asking for.”
I blinked, trying to process his words. “What do you mean?”
Cameron’s hand came up, but he stopped short of touching me, his fingers hovering just inches from my skin. “This,” he gestured vaguely between us, “it’s dangerous, Seraphina. For both of us.”
Dangerous. The word hung in the air, and my heart stuttered in response. “But last night—”
“Last night was a mistake,” he cut me off, his tone harsher than I expect
