Ragnar's POV
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Boca's hands slammed into my chest, the force of the shove sending my boots skidding across the concrete floor and snapping me violently back to reality.
My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped animal. The cold basement air rushed between us, chasing away the lingering heat of his skin. My stomach plummeted as I stared at his heaving chest and the look of absolute disgust twisting his face.
What the hell did I just do?
"Boca... I... I didn't mean it," I stammered, the words catching in my throat as pure, suffocating fear clawed at my chest. My hands trembled in the air between us, completely useless. "It was a mistake. I swear."
Boca didn't look at my hands. He didn't even meet my eyes. He turned his head and spat violently onto the floor.
"A mistake, Ragnar? Really?" His voice dropped into a dangerous, venomous growl. "My god. Don't you ever try that shit with me again."
