Chase’s P.O.V
I tried to shove him again, but he still wouldn't let off.
The water ran hot against my skin, its steady stream pounding down like a drumbeat trying to drown out the chaos in my chest.
When he finally let go, I was breathless.
“You seriously…” I hissed, “...have no concept of boundaries.”
“Boundaries are for people who don’t already crave the things they deny.”
I startled, slipping a little on the wet tiles before catching myself. “Crave?” I spat. “You think I crave you?”
His smirk was infuriating. “I can smell it on you.”
My mouth opened, ready with another insult, but his eyes had shifted—just subtly enough for me to notice. The blue in them swirled like a storm, darkening at the edges. He was drinking me in like I was made of something rare. Dangerous. Addictive.
