I lay still on top of him, my ear pressed to his chest, listening to the thunderous rhythm of his heartbeat.
Slowly, I lifted my head and looked at his face up close.
My gaze drifted to his lips.
How did a man even have lips like that?
His hold loosened, and I realized I could move—could get up.
But instead, acting purely on instinct, I reached out and brushed my fingertips lightly against his mouth.
The moment stretched.
Then reality crashed back in.
What was I doing?
I pulled away at once and stood up, my heart racing. He looked… stable now. Normal, even.
Should I wake him up?
Julio/Helio
Ever since what happened at the office, Riley had been raging inside me.
“Why didn’t you just mark her?” he snarled.
I understood his frustration—hell, I felt it too—but if we were going t
