“You smell so good,” he groans.
“Why are you f*****g with me?” I whisper. It’s just f*****g cruel after what he put in my head and then doing this, knowing what happened with Ryder.
“I’m not f*****g with you, pretty girl,” he murmurs against my neck, kissing where my pulse is beating wildly out of control. Pretty girl? “When I said you didn’t have to choose, I meant me too.” I know I should push him away, but something holds me still.
Okay, he has to be f*****g with me now.
“You feel that?” he kisses my pulse point again. “Your heart hammering out of control? Mine’s doing the same thing.” He jerks my hand from my lap and presses it against his fast-beating heart. “That’s what it does when you walk into a room.”
“Stop,” I whisper, closing my eyes, blocking out his hypnotizing ice-blue
