Trapped in the water, I couldn’t move.
My spine slammed hard against the sloped wall of the tub and my heart battered against my ribs like a silverback gorilla pounding it's chest. Every instinct screamed at me to look away, to hide behind my knees, to wrap my arms around myself. Anything to flush out the liquid heat flooding my veins.
I couldn't look away. My eyes were traitorous, pinned to him by some dark, magnetic pull I had zero power to resist.
Diego didn't step into the water. Having taking hold of the bar of dark cedar soap, his glowing green eyes never broke contact with mine for a single second. And then his irises took a shade of gold, as if his wolf had taken partial control of the steering wheel.
"You're holding your breath, my ruby spitfire," he chuckled and I blinked ra
