"Ash... please." My voice crackled, desperate and weak. "We can't do this. Not like this."
"Why not?" He growled, voice rougher than I'd ever heard. "You're scared, love, but you don't sound like you want me to stop."
I swallowed hard, clutching the phone like it was the only thing holding me together. "You're reading too much into this."
Another groan. Low, sharp, hungry. "Jinx, you're lying. I can hear it in your voice. Every time you whisper my name like that, you undo me."
My chest was heaving, my body buzzing like static under my skin. "Ash..."
His breathing shifted, heavier now, every sound dripping through the phone like it was crawling over me. Then, his voice dropped lower-deep, commanding, final.
"I'm done pretending. I'm coming over."
My heart stopped. "What-right now?"
"Yes, right now." A pause, his tone darker than midnight. "And when i get there, love... things are going to get a hell of a lot spicier than this phone call."
The line went dead before i could answer.
I stared at my screen, blood roaring in my ears.
He was actually coming.
And i didn't know if i wanted to run...
Or throw the door wide open.