NOLA
For a second, I notice his mind go completely blank.
The air between us thickens, his hands are still on my waist, his breath uneven against my cheek, his control hanging by a thread.
“Rhett,” I whisper.
He doesn’t answer.
His jaw is tight. His eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen them, not angry, not cruel, just overwhelmed. Like something inside him is fighting to the surface.
I swallow.
“Rhett… take my virginity.”
His jaw clenches, and he pulls back slightly, his hands hovering near my arms as if he's fighting an invisible force.
“Nola, no,” he growls, his voice rough with restraint. “I can't. You're too innocent for this. I don't want to ruin you.” But even as he says it, his eyes darken with hunger, locking onto my lips, my body. I see the war inside him.
I lean in close
