"Ash..." I whispered, my voice thin, fragile. "We can't-this is-"
"Complicated?" He cut in, his tone low amd dangerous, that deep voice vibrating through the line. "It's only complicated because you keep running from it."
"I'm not running," i snapped, though my pulse betrayed me, thrashing like a trapped animal.
Another groan rumbled from him, heavier this time, like pure frustration. "Jinx, you've got me lying here, fists in my sheets, trying not to imagine what it'd feel like if you were actually here. You think i can sleep after that?"
My breath hitched. "Ash--"
"You're killing me, love," he went on, his voice dipping into something darker, something that made my skin buzz. "If you were in my bed right now, i wouldn't let you look away. I'd make sure you knew exactly how much I've been holding back."
The line went silent after that, except for the faint sound of his breathing-rough, heavy, deliberate.
I sat frozen, phone pressed to tight to my ear i thought it'd shatter. My throat was dry, my heart a riot, my whole body alight with a heat i couldn't admit to.
"Ash," i whispered again, weak, desperate.
He chuckled, low and sharp, anotber groan breaking through. "See? You feel it too. You just don't wanna admit it yet."
I buried my face in my pillow, trembling under the weight of every word. He was right. He knew he was right.
And gosh help me-I didn't know how much longer i could resist him.