Keya's POV (Continued...)
*Flashback*
He took a step back.
"Don't run away."
“Fuck.” It was said in a low growl.
“That’s the idea,” I whispered, and his whole body went still.
His gaze dropped again—this time slower, hungrier. He didn’t hide it now. Not the way his eyes lingered on the curve of my mouth, the hollow of my throat.
“Rabbit, you keep talking like that and I’m going to stop being the good guy.” He closed his eyes, hiding the ache in them. The desire. It made me bolder.
Maybe he wasn't as indifferent as he pretended to be.
“Who said I want the good guy?” I breathed.
I moved, and he met me in the middle. His hand went to grip my wrist, firm enough to make me suck in a breath. His eyes burned into mine.
I leaned in, emboldened by the look in his eyes, the way I felt h
