SABLE
No matter how much I thought about it, that was the only explanation. This man kept confusing my fragile heart. One moment he looked at me as though he wanted me pinned beneath him on the bed, and the next he treated me like I was his enemy.
Right now, he was giving me the former.
My gaze drifted toward the condom inside the drawer, and heat rushed to my face.
How could he put that there?!
“I see,” he muttered.
My attention shifted back to him. He bent slightly, his lashes shadowing his eyes while his lips parted faintly, and suddenly memories of that night flooded my mind. His deep groan, the way his hands held me, the heat of his body against mine…
I quickly shook my head.
I needed to stop getting delusional and thinking he felt the same way right now. This man was nothing
