Rowan did not step back. He stood right behind her, caging her in. He trapped her between his large, bare body and the solid wood of the door.
"Leaving so soon?" Rowan said.
He leaned down, speaking the words directly over her shoulder. He was looking down at her, his brown eyes dark, intense, and completely serious.
Delaney slowly turned around within the small space he allowed her. She looked up to meet his eyes. Her back pressed flat against the door.
She swallowed hard.
"Heaven help me," Delaney thought to herself.
Her chest was heaving with rapid, shallow breaths. She was entirely overwhelmed by his proximity. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin. She could smell the faint scent of the wine he had spilled, mixed with his own clean, musky scent.
