~CHAPTER THIRTY~
He speaks again, softer this time, and his hand comes up slowly, almost hesitant, his fingers brushing lightly against my arm.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says quietly. “But you push me to it…”
The words trail off as he steps closer. Too close.
His face lowers, breath warm against my cheek, his mouth hovering where my lips are, where they almost are. My heart stutters, my body betraying me for half a second.
I turn my head away.
The space between us breaks, but the tension doesn’t.
He exhales, a sound that’s almost a laugh, almost a sigh.
“Oh,” he murmurs. “Just a few days ago, you were begging for my touch.” His voice dips, intimate, knowing. “Now you’re pulling away from me.”
Something hardens inside me.
I turn back and look straight into his face. Really l
