Chapter 9

Aware of every inch of a muscular, large body, hot and firm, pressing down on mine in ways they should not be, I get way too hyper focused on where his actual groin is concerning mine.

I feel like my heart might explode through my chest as my whole body tenses and my blood runs through my body noisily. My skin tingles and goosebumps all over, and his pale eyes so close seem to darken as his pupils expand and hold me captive. He pauses and breathes so slowly that my lips tingle with the tickling touch, and he appears to inch a minuscule of a hairbreadth closer, so the static between us ignites over my entire face. I am paralyzed with nervousness.

“You know…. If I was drunk, blind, and desperate… I might think about it.” He smirks, lifting away to laugh at me, breaking the captive hold he has over me with his eerie dark magic, and it’s like a sucker punch in the stomach. An insult I never knew could be such a sober slap. He looks so satisfied with my reaction to him, and I know