Amber
When we broke from the kiss, Ian’s eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made the air around us vanish. His stare wasn’t playful. It wasn’t teasing. It was fierce, like I was the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment. My heart skipped three beats. Maybe four.
I felt the heat bloom up my neck and surge into my cheeks.
Crap.
Ian’s lips curved. “You look really pretty when you blush.”
I groaned and turned away, my face now fully on fire. “Stop teasing me,” I muttered, burying my face in my hands.
But before I could recover, I felt his arms slide around my waist from behind, warm and sure. He pulled me gently back against him, and his nose brushed the side of my neck. His voice came low and tender, murmured straight into my skin.
“I’m not teasing,” he said. “Ju
