Traversing two gravel driveways in stilettos prevented Cassandra from dwelling on the slightly sick/excited feeling in the pit of her stomach, but there was no denying the swoop of adrenaline that washed through her as she climbed the stairs to Samael’s front porch.
She shook her hands, blowing out a breath.
He’s a good guy. Trust him. And trust yourself.
She knocked. A beat of silence followed. Her throat was so tight with nerves she wondered how she would keep breathing. Then footsteps sounded on the other side of the door. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, reaching for courage. The door was swinging wide when she opened her eyes.
Samael stood there in his tank top and jeans, his feet bare.
Her gaze dropped to his hips. The stud on his jeans was open, as though she’d caught hi
