⋅•⋅⊰∙∘⭒❊✿❊⭒∘∙⊱⋅•
My breath caught in my throat as Adrien's words lingered in the air, low and deliberate, his body radiating warmth that felt like a solid wall, pinning me in place without even touching me. The hunger in his gaze was clear, dark and raw, sending a treacherous shiver racing down my spine—one that had nothing to do with fear.
For a heartbeat, I was frozen, unable to move or think; all I could feel was the heat from his bare skin and the faint cedar scent that wrapped around me like a drug.
A drug I really wanted to get addicted to...even if it ruined me.
Then, reality hit me, sharp and cold.
I ducked under his arm before he could react, slipping out from the cage of his body and putting a safe distance of several feet between us. My hands shook as I shoved them into the pockets of my pajama pants, turning to face him, hoping I looked more resolute than the chaotic mess I felt inside.
