Selena’s pov
His amber eyes seemed to darken for a moment before he stood up.
He leaned towards my small frame and as we were just mere inches apart, I could see his features clearly how, Damp strands of hair framed his chiseled face, his cheekbones looked like they were sculpted from marble.
As his eyes locked onto mine, I forgot how to breath, forgot how to move, caught in the pull of something I couldn’t explain.
It was that same feeling again, the one I strangely couldn’t explain, just like that night.
Focus, Serena!
I forced myself to glance away, but was still unable to do so as the corners of his mouth tilted into something that wasn’t quite a smile, more like a predatory smirk.
“You’ve got a kink for finding trouble, haven’t you?” His voice dripped with disdain.
Before
