Has he lost his mind?
She watched him carefully, unsure whether to feel embarrassed or offended. Here she was, admitting something raw and vulnerable, and he was smiling like he had just been handed the world.
Daniel leaned in, his thumb brushing lightly over her chin, his eyes warm now, amused and tender all at once.
"Do you have any idea," he murmured, "how rare it is for a woman like you to admit that?"
Her breath hitched. She hated how easily he unraveled her, how her jealousy, which she had viewed as weakness, had somehow become something precious in his eyes.
"And can you tell me what made you jealous?" he asked, his thumb brushing along her cheek, lingering as if he were memorizing the faint pink tint that bloomed on her skin.
Anna hesitated. The words sat heavy on her tongue, suddenly feeling far more vulnerable than anything she had done moments ago. She shifted slightly, her fingers tightening in his shirt as her gaze dropped to his chest.
