Heat ran through my neck and my chest. My tongue felt thick. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't even think.
"I…" I managed, my voice breaking. "…I…"
He chuckled, a low, teasing sound. "Lost your voice, Bunny?" he said, stepping closer. I could feel the warmth of his breath, the scent of him… pine, steel, and something I couldn't name… brushing against my cheek.
I clenched my fists, fighting to breathe, to stay composed. And then he walked past me, leaning against the wall across from me, his dark eyes locked on mine.
"What have you come to complain about again, Bunny?" he asked, tilting his head, smirk curling on his lips.
My thigh clenched involuntarily.
My stomach twisted. I hated him. I hated him for the way my body betrayed me. For the way heat burned through me
