(Eleanor's POV)
The sharp ringing of my phone cut through the tension in the air.
I stood for a moment, unsure of whether to reach for it or to even breathe.
The heat from seconds ago was still burning on my body. My lips tingled. I could tell from the feeling that they were swollen.
My mind threw back to the spot where his hand had been at the back of my neck, and heat flew up my cheeks without my control.
Lucian didn’t move.
The gun was still pointed at the messenger, but his eyes weren’t on him.
Rather, they were on me.
They raked over me, dark and unreadable. His grey eyes were locked on me like he was deciding whether to shoot the man or pull me in for another round of whatever that was.
Every muscle in my body had screamed at me that this was wrong.
But at that moment
