Claire's POV
I squirmed away from Louis or at least I tried to. He didn't release me. His hands pressed firm against my waist, locking me in place like I belonged there, like I didn't have a choice.
"Don't move," he whispered into my ear, his breath warm, dangerously intimate. My already flushed face burned hotter, the heat crawling down my neck.
Then, just as quickly, his attention snapped toward the door where the two strangers stood.
"Actually, yes. Bad timing Aston. What the fuck are you doing here, Aston? And why the fuck is she here?"
That got my attention.
I turned, my body still trapped against his, and my eyes landed on the man standing at the entrance. Recognition flickered almost immediately.
Aston, his cousin. The one he talked about.
