I’m about to throw caution to the wind. And so is he. I can see it in his eyes, in his quickening breath, in the heat emanating from his body.
Which is why, when he drops his hand and steps back away from me, I’m so surprised I almost tip forward. I catch myself just in time to stop from falling.
“I wouldn’t encourage a relationship with my mother,” Aleks warns me. His voice is gruff and cold once more.
“What?” I blink in confusion. “Why not?”
“She’s a lost soul. And she’s not in any position to be giving advice.”
“What makes you think she’s giving me advice at all?”
He just shrugs, as though that heated moment we shared only seconds ago never happened at all. He’s back to his normal self, all business and no emotion. “It’s in her nature.”
It makes me want to scream. But it’s a good
