SERAPHINA
“Then…” he whispered, lips just a breath from mine, “should we go to bed?”
The air between us thinned.
My heart slammed against my ribs, wild and fast like it had forgotten every rule it ever followed. His words shouldn’t have curled down my spine like they did. They shouldn’t have awakened that low, aching pull in my stomach—or that terrifying warmth unfurling in my chest like a flare ready to ignite.
“Have you lost your mind?!” I reached out to push his chest away but he pinned my hand beside my head.
“To sleep, I have to lose my mind?” he asked, the smell of coffee on his breath filling my lungs as my entire body froze at being handled by him this way, “From now on… it’s just you and me behind this closed door. Every night. No one else.”
Every night? I flushed hard—fre
