FREYA'S POV
The cold counter clung against my thighs.
Adrian stands between my legs. His hands grip my waist. His eyes are dark. Hungry. He looks at me like he wants to devour me whole.
"You are lying." His voice is low. Rough. "You felt that kiss. I know you did."
"I did not feel anything." The lie tastes bitter. "It was just a kiss."
"Just a kiss." He repeats the words slowly. Like he is testing them. "Then why is your heart racing? Why are your hands shaking?"
I do not have an answer. Cannot admit that the kiss set me on fire. That every nerve in my body is screaming for more.
"Maybe I am nervous." I try to sound casual. Fail completely.
"Nervous." His thumb traces along my hip bone. The touch burns through the thin fabric of my pants. "Or turned on?"
Heat floods my face. "Ad
