Freya slammed the door shut behind her, her breath ragged as she pressed her back against the cool wood. Her heart was still racing, her skin still tingling, as if the air between them still clung to her.
What the hell was happening to her?
She whirled around, all but diving onto the bed, burying herself beneath the blankets.
And then she screamed into the pillows.
A muffled, frustrated, needy scream.
His eyes.
That was all she could see.
Even now, with her lids squeezed shut, they were there—dark, consuming, burning straight through her.
She had been flying, her body weightless in the sky, and yet—
She had felt heavier than ever.
Heavy with want.
She turned onto her side, curling into herself as if that could somehow keep his presence from taking over her mind.
But it was too
