WYNE’S POV
“Open your eyes.”
The words barely left my mouth before I regretted them.
Because the moment Madelyn’s eyelids lifted, I was staring straight into a pair of eyes that had absolutely no business looking that beautiful.
And she was looking at me.
Really looking at me.
Her lips were parted slightly, her breathing shallow, and her fingers had curled into the cushions beneath her. She looked caught between curiosity and panic, as if she couldn’t decide whether to slap me or do something considerably more dangerous to both our sanity.
For one reckless second, I considered making the decision for her.
Kiss her.
God, I wanted to kiss her.
Not some teasing brush of lips that would leave us both wondering what might have happened if I’d gone further. No. I wanted to kiss her unt
