“Dominic, I don’t think this is a good idea.” I finally manage to say, even though the little voice in the back of my head is protesting at the top of her lungs. .
“You don’t want me to kiss you?” Sinclair arches a skeptical brow, massaging my nape and studying my face so intently I wish I could run and hide.
“I didn’t say that.” I answer huskily. Lying when he’s looking at me this way is not even an option, the best I can do is skirt around the truth and pray he’ll let me get away with it.
“So you do want me to kiss you?” He smirks, tucking my body closer against his.
With an exasperated huff, I glare up at the impossible Alpha. “Look, I’m simply not the casual type.”
The amusement drains from Sinclair’s features at once, as if he realizes I’m truly not playing his game. “And you
