My face burned as heat rushed through my body, my pulse thundering in my ears with every passing second. Standing this close to Elliot Presgrave felt overwhelming, his presence carrying the unmistakable pressure of a dominant Alpha, controlled yet intensely magnetic, his scent wrapping around me in a way that stirred both awareness and instinct.
Before I could steady myself, he moved.
In one fluid motion, his arm came around my waist, pulling me closer with firm certainty, anchoring me against him as though my space now belonged within his reach. My breath caught when he leaned in, his head lowering until the distance between us nearly vanished, his lips hovering just inches from mine. The sudden closeness sent a sharp wave through my senses, his scent—cool, faintly mint-like—mixing with the charged air between us.
