Katherine’s pov
He kicked the door to his room open with one swift motion and stepped inside like a man on a mission. The room was dimly lit—only the moonlight slipping through the blinds cut across the floor, painting silver streaks over the bed.
“Jake,” I whispered, trying to pull back, but he didn’t loosen his grip.
“You said bed,” he reminded, setting me down with careful precision onto the soft mattress. His hands lingered on my waist longer than they needed to, fingers flexing like he didn’t want to let go.
His eyes, darkened with desire and something deeper—something unspoken—met mine.
“You shouldn’t look at me like that,” I muttered, crawling backward on the bed, trying to create space between us.
“Why?” he asked, removing his shirt slowly, deliberately. The fabric slid off h
