The air between them felt so thin it was practically combustible, every sharp hitch of Nina's breath catching against the hard wall of his chest. She stared up into his face… his jawline tight, his dark blue eyes burning down with a possessive intensity that made her head spin, and for one suspended moment she forgot every argument she'd rehearsed, every reason this was reckless.
She had spent the whole evening building a case against this exact moment, stacking up reasons like bricks in a wall meant to keep him out.
Instead of screaming the scathing lecture she had prepared, her hands betrayed her, moving before her mind could catch up and object. The wall crumbled in an instant, and she found she didn't even mourn its loss.
