POV’s Tate
Philip froze and in a scarily calm manner, looked down at his arm before pinning me with his eyes. For a second, I wondered if it was my time. I guess twenty-one years had been enough.
Everyone else in the room paused, including Riley, who had been working across the counter.
“You’re going to regret that,” Philip said quietly.
I tried to hide the fact that I swallowed at the words, but Philip’s eyes flicked down to my throat, noting the movement. “Oh, yeah? I’m already covered in flour, what’re you going to do?”
I definitely shouldn’t have said that.
Philip then smiled. And it was terrifying.
“Riley,” He said without turning to look at her. “Where did you say Tate was ticklish again?”
Fuck.
Fuck. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k. f**k.
Riley stayed quiet, but her eyes said one t
