Elena's Point Of View
“You’ll burn.”
The words slid off his tongue like smoke, sultry and threatening. I felt it. I felt it in my bones, in the tremble of my knees, in the way my pulse suddenly throbbed in my throat. And yet, I pushed him away.
Hard.
“Don’t,” I said, my voice sharp, almost cracking. “Don’t come close.”
I needed to breathe. I needed space. I needed… God, I didn’t even know what I needed. Just not him. Not right now. Not this.
He raised an eyebrow, amused, unbothered as he stepped back, his muscular frame resting easily against the opposite wall, arms folded. I hated that smirk on his face. That quiet arrogance.
And what was I thinking? Letting him kiss me like that? Pushing myself into him like a woman possessed?
I shouldn’t have let him get close. I shouldn’t have
