It wasn't clear how much time had passed before the man released her. "Why did you come here? If something happened to you, what would I do?"
His angry inquiry, mixed with the biting chill of December, caused Freya to shiver involuntarily.
But his final words, "What would I do?" left her stunned.
Was he genuinely concerned about her? Anxious, even?
Before she could collect her thoughts, his lips found hers once more, passionate and untamed.
"What lengths must I go to keep you by my side, to prevent you from running away?"
His voice, low and warm, lingered against her skin, stirring a strange feeling within her. Freya's face flushed with confusion; his gentleness unsettled her.
"Lola threw my belongings here, so I came to retrieve... something,"
Bradley's eyes narrowed coldly.
