NOLA
The heavy, rhythmic thud of Rhett’s heart against my back is the only sound in the study, and as the minutes tick by, the silence starts to feel less like peace and more like a predator waiting to strike, I can feel the tension in his thighs, the way his muscles are coiled like he’s ready to spring at the slightest movement, and I realize that even though he’s holding me with such terrifying tenderness, he’s still on high alert, his eyes constantly scanning the doorway as if Selene might reappear and finish what she started.
"You’re thinking too much, I can hear the gears grinding in your head, Nola," he murmurs, his voice vibrating through my spine, his large hand moving in a slow, hypnotic circle on my lower back, "Stop trying to solve a puzzle that doesn't want to be found, just
