"f**k me?" he asked, a subtle trace of dark amusement finally spreading across his rigid face, softening the harsh contours of his jawline for a fleeting second.
"And why is that?"
"Why is what? You already know I'm into you. I want to try all my luck until I have you sprawled on my bed."
"Sprawled on your bed?" He repeated my words slowly, almost tasting them, as if I were making some absurd, unheard-of request, like we hadn't already danced around this exact fire before.
He tilted his head slightly, his piercing eyes scanning my face with a cool, calculated intensity that made the air in the room feel uneasily thick.
*But am I ever going to give him any chance to gaslight me? Or am I going to give him any chance to wriggle out of this anytime soon?*
Well, no. Absolutely not. I wa
