~ CARA ~
I almost groaned. His voice was delicious when he dropped it so low like that. My stomach fluttered and I fought another nervous smile.
He can’t be trusted. He can’t be trusted. He can’t be trusted, I sang to myself in my head. But my very unhelpful mind conjured images from just a moment before of Rig being open and vulnerable, his awkwardness over admitting his feelings about his brother—but, no. I couldn’t give in to that. Even if he was being more open with me, that didn’t mean he wasn’t a complete horndog.
Trouser-snake. Remember? I thought. He’s a trouser-snake.
But he was also very obviously not okay. Even though he kept smiling, even though he kept dropping his chin and staring at me out from under his brows--trying to flirt—his jaw was tight. Those little mu
