My heart skipped a beat again.
He always made my heart feel like it was about to jump right out of my chest—and I hated him for never failing to do that.
"That's impossible..." I said under my breath, turning my gaze away from him.
"I know," he answered coolly.
His voice had that calm command, the kind that wraps around your skin before it even hits your ears. I could feel his eyes on me, like they were studying every inch of my soul. Then came that smirk—lazy, smug, devastating. It tilted the corner of his lips like he knew *exactly* what he was doing to me.
And that only made it worse.
I pulled my hand away from his grip and walked off, needing space before I lost every inch of control.
As I walked along the bay, the waves crashing against the rocks and the air slightly colder tha
