FIORELLA’S POV
“Go, on,” Rhys urged. “Tell me who it was.”
If only he knew.
God, if you could hear me right now, this would be the best time to kill me.
Shame crawled over my skin like a second layer.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had been this embarrassed.
I wiggled my hand out of his hold. “No one.”
His mouth curved into that annoying smirk. “Hmm. You sounded almost pathetic. Just how I like it.”
I looked away from him, hating the strange flutter that settled low in my stomach. I refused to acknowledge what his words stirred inside me.
“It was no one,” I said, still looking away from him. “And you’re a pervert for watching someone in their private moments.”
He grabbed my chin and lifted my face to his. “You’re the pervert for touching yourself in front of an audience.”
