MIREYA POV
I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing my composure. I couldn't let him see how rattled I was…. couldn't let him know that every word, every glance, made my stomach twist in ways I didn't want to admit.
He stepped just a fraction closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from him, but far enough that it was tantalizing, dangerous.
"You know," he said, voice low and smooth, "something is thrilling about seeing you like this."
I raised an eyebrow, trying to sound annoyed, but my voice wavered slightly. "Thrilling? You mean watching me squirm?"
He tilted his head, his hazel eyes glinting. "Squirm? Maybe. Or maybe seeing just how stubborn you are."
My jaw tightened. "I'm not stubborn. I'm careful."
"Careful," he repeated slowly, like tasting the word. "Or scared?"
I flushed, but I didn't look away. "Neither. I'm focused."
