Kane walks towards me. I think he’s going to get right up in my personal space but he stops a couple of feet away. He’s so tall, especially with me sitting down, that I have to crane my neck to look at him.
His musky scent of leather and burning wood reaches me and I breathe in through my nose, savoring his smell. Telling myself this is the last time I will scent him since I am cutting him out of my life tonight.
Suddenly, I feel like he’s too close but also not close enough. The hurt part of me wants to scream at him and shove him as far away as I physically can. But the part of me that can’t resist him wants to step closer and explore his body. Even after he rejected me, I still want him so badly and feel the heat building in my center again.
“Jerrica.” He starts, his voice husky.
