Isla lay rigid on the bed, his hand still resting at her waist, her whole body caught in some invisible spell.
A face this stunning, this close. Even swallowing feels indecent right now.
She still swallowed anyway.
Even keeping it quiet, Grayson caught it, close as they were.
He let out a low chuckle, and a shiver ran straight through her. Her eyes felt trapped open, she had nowhere safe to look; closed, it felt like admitting something she wasn't ready to.
Why is he laughing? Did he actually hear that? That's mortifying.
Isla started fidgeting her uninjured toes a nervous habit she couldn't help.
Grayson's dark eyes stayed fixed on her, a smirk tugging at his mouth, voice low and warm. "Drooling over me?"
"NO!" Isla stayed frozen in place, face flooding red.
If he actually thinks
