Edrick’s POV.
Her voice was still in my ears, sharp and shaking, but I could not hear the words anymore. All I could see was her mouth. Soft. Pink. Angry. The kind of mouth that was made to be kissed when it was furious.
She did not stop talking. She was still calling me shameless and disrespectful and a disgrace of a husband, but none of that mattered. All I saw was her lips moving. All I felt was a pull. Something hot. Something reckless. Something I did not want to feel.
I grabbed her wrist.
She froze.
Her eyes widened. Her breath hitched.
I pinned her back against the wall. My body moved before my mind had any sense. Her voice cut off immediately. Silence. Heavy. Charged.
I did not speak.
I just leaned in.
Closer.
The world narrowed to the space between our mouths. Her breath
