My breath hitched in my throat when Adam stopped at my words, and turned to face me. But not just his face now, but his entire frame; his rib area was on the hay, and his body was at a 180 degree angle.
His eyes were full of emotions that were not healthy to my heart.
“Why did you turn? I think you should return to your former position.” I met his gaze head on, aware that any slight movement I indulged would sell me off—that I was affected by him.
If my words hadn’t revealed that much already.
“Do I make you uncomfortable, Dora?” Adam’s eyes perused the contours of my face as if commiting the edges of my face—or rather mask—to memory, though I noticed that his gaze lingered the most on my lips when his eyes caught them.
“Yes, you make me uncomfortable, Adam. I don’t like you, you
