Anna's grip on Daniel's shoulders tightened, her eyes widening in shock. One moment she'd been sitting stiffly on her seat, and the next she was on his lap as though she weighed nothing at all.
Am I really that light for him to carry me so easily? The thought flickered, but vanished quickly when the awkwardness of their position struck her.
"Daniel, you can't just—"
"Are you truly sorry?" His abrupt question cut through her words, making her blink.
His deep gaze locked on hers, unrelenting, demanding. She felt pinned, bound by it, unable to look away.
"Are you sorry, Anna?" he repeated, his voice low, almost dangerous in its calm.
She blinked again, retreating from her trance, and finally gave a slow nod. Her teeth worried her lower lip as she struggled under the weight of his stare—it reminded her too much of the night he had nearly broken through all her defenses.
