The possessiveness of it made my knees unreliable.
"No," I whispered. "Nobody."
The silence that followed was enormous and weighted and full of something that made my pulse spike.
He uncrossed his arms. Reached out and took my wrist — loose, unhurried — and stepped back from the doorframe.
"Then get in here," he said softly. "Because I've been thinking about this since the first time I saw you in that hallway and I intend to take my time."
I crossed his threshold.
The door clicked shut behind me and the sound of it — quiet and final — sent a shiver down my spine. The apartment was dim, lit only by the ambient glow bleeding in from the city outside, and it smelled like him. Warm skin and something darker underneath that I had caught brief traces of in the hallway and never been able t
