Aria pov
We stared at each other across the expanse of his bedroom, both of us breathing too fast, both of us wanting something we knew we shouldn't take.
The air between us felt charged, electric. I should leave. I knew I should leave. But my feet remained rooted to the spot, as if my body had declared mutiny against my common sense. The dim lighting from his bedside lamp cast shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw, the intensity in his eyes.
"If you don't leave right now," Damien said, his voice dropping to something dark and dangerous, "I'm going to walk over there and kiss you. And if I kiss you, Aria, I won't stop. I'll carry you to that bed and spend the rest of the night reminding your body exactly who it belongs to."
The words sent heat spiraling through me, pooling between my thighs with an intensity that made my knees weak.
"You can't say things like that," I whispered, but there was no force behind the words.
