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“Good for you. This one is no longer occupied.” I mumble and wait for him to unblock the doorway.
Except curiosity gets the better of me.
“How long were you standing here?”
His bright blue eyes darken as they bore into mine with a confidence that sends a shiver down my spine. The weight of his gaze feels as if it’s playing with my conscience.
“Long enough to know that Asher was always the luckiest in the group.”
What?
I stare up at him as if he’s lost his mind. While one part of my mind tells me to make him move so I can leave, the other wants me to get him to clarify what he means by that statement.
He leans in, and the proximity between us becomes a dance of opposing forces. His presence looms over me, casting a shadow that seems to whisper untoldwhat-ifs, while the warmth emanating from his body ignites a fire that fuels my own conflicting emotions.
My mind grapples with contradictory feelings, and my heart pounds with a mixture of fear and desire. Needing a clear mind, I step back.
And then I take another step because the effect of pull he has over me is one I’m struggling to control.
“I don’t want to know what that means,” I say aloud, and another smirk appears across his face.
“I need to go,” I decide.
“Need or want?” he says, determined to block the door. He folds his arms across his chest and I can’t help but be distracted as his biceps flex with this motion.
As if knowing what he’s doing to me, he swipes his tongue over his lower lip and bites down hard.
“Does it matter?” I ask, well aware of my shaking voice.
He’s fucking mentally dancing around me, spinning me in his web. I suddenly feel so tiny and weak around him.
“Stop it!” I blurt out.
He stays silent, standing there looking all godlike.
“I need to leave, Haze. Please step aside,” I say, finding my strength once more.
“Is this what you really want, princess? Or are you leaving because you’re too scared to face the truth?”
The tension between us hangs like a delicate thread, ready to snap or pull us closer at any given moment.
“Despite the amusement going on in that pretty head of yours, I’m not scared. I don’t belong here. You all treat me like some slut.”
He cocks his head to the side. There’s a hint of playful mischief in his curious, bright blue eyes. “What was last night about?”
“A moment of weakness. It won’t happen again.” I bite my top lip, annoyed that I let it happen, and determined not to ever repeat such again.
“Good,” he says, relaxing his arms to his sides as he approaches me.
He moves closer to me with so much confidence that his usually guarded eyes are now alight with an intensity that speaks volumes. The scent of his cologne lingers in the air, a heady mixture that intoxicates my senses and heightens the complexity of the moment.
“Because when it’s our time to be together, I don't want it to be a fleeting moment of weakness in your life. Mark my words when I say I will take your soul and possess it. You will belong to me, princess. I’m not just a passing breeze in your life, and I have no plans to let you go.”
He reaches out and holds my chin, his thumb gently caresses my skin as his eyes, now dark and burning deep into mine and I’m caught in the gravitational field between the force of conflict and attraction.
“What if I don’t want to be with you?” I say, hating that my voice is almost a whisper.
“When will you stop bullshitting yourself?” His eyes burn with anger. It’s a strange possessive anger that makes my body tense immediately under his touch.
