~Aiyana~
I turned to face him, ready with a sharp retort, but the words died in my throat.
He was close that I could count his eyelashes if I wanted to. His eyes were burning with an intensity that made my stomach flip.
"I don't understand you," I whispered.
"What's not to understand?"
"This." I gestured vaguely between us. "You. One minute you're cold and distant, the next you're... this. Sweet and flirty and saying things that make me—" I stopped myself before I could finish that sentence.
"Make you what?"
I shook my head. "It doesn't matter."
"It matters to me."
"Why?"
He didn't answer. Instead, his gaze dropped to my throat, and he frowned slightly.
"You're missing something."
Before I could ask what he meant, there was a soft knock at the door. Clara's voice came through,
