Cara’s POV
“Jason,” I said again, my voice shaky. His arm stayed firm around my waist, and I could feel the heat of his palm pressing into my back. My heart raced, thudding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
“Yes?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, that signature smirk playing on his lips.
“I…I don’t think this is a good idea,” I stammered, trying to sound confident but failing miserably. My words came out too breathless, too soft.
“Why not?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, his grey eyes locking on mine. His free hand moved the ice pack to the counter without breaking eye contact.
Why was he asking me that question anyway? It wasn’t as if I did anything, he did, and I couldn’t tell what was going on in his head.
“Because…” I started, but the words caught in my throat when
