Scarlett POV
“What? Are you serious right now?”
He shoved me back and followed, pinning my wrists to the mattress on either side of me.
I hit the headboard hard, squeezing my eyes shut for a second to catch up.
“Closing your eyes? Want me to kiss you?”
Mocking voice, warm breath at my ear.
Realization hit late—this wasn’t the Jaxen from two months ago.
Back then, he’d camped out in my rented apartment and refused to leave, calling me Honey every five minutes like some overeager puppy.
Tonight, he was off.
If his scent and feel hadn’t been real, I’d have sworn someone hired a near-perfect lookalike for a prank.
The last of my sleepiness burned off with the struggle.
“You sleepwalking, or did the crash scramble your brain?”
The gauze on his head made the second option
