I blinked, my breath still uneven, as I bit my lip.
“I—” The word scraped out, weak. I stepped back, my palms suddenly clammy. “I’m… sorry, sir. I… I’m not thinking straight.”
Maximus didn’t move. He didn’t even flinch. He just watched me and I can’t help but look at his lips.
Heat rushed up my neck, and I hated that I couldn’t look away. He was already watching me—no, studying me—with this kind of focus that made the shiver down my spine. His gaze slid from my eyes to my mouth and stayed there, like he’d just figured out a secret no one else was allowed to know.
And for the first time in my life, a thought so indecent it almost made me flinch hit me out of nowhere.
I wonder what else that mouth can do.
“You didn’t look drunk a second ago,” he said quietly.
I looked away, swallowi
