CHAPTER 2
JESSA
Caleb’s eyes flick down, slow and shameless, scanning every inch of my body like he’s peeling me with his gaze.
“You know,” he says, licking his bottom lip, “you’re f*****g hot when you’re mad.”
I roll my eyes so hard they nearly fall out of my head. “Jesus Christ.”
He pushes off the crate and walks toward me like a predator.
“I mean it,” he says, voice lower now, husky. “All that attitude. That mouth. You make me wanna ruin you.”
I scoff and lift my radio. “I’m calling for someone to open this door. Before you say something even dumber.”
I press the button, static crackling—“Hello? Can anyone hear me?”
Then—rip.
He yanks it from my hand.
“What the hell are you—” I start, but I don’t get to finish.
Because the air shifts.
It crackles. Charges.
His hands are on
