Page 94 of Brutal
“You’re pushing,” he says. He drops his gaze to my mouth.
And my body reacts before my brain can shut it down.
He sees it.
“That,” he says quietly, “is exactly what I’m talking about.”
I straighten slightly. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t pretend this is about anything other than what happened yesterday.”
His jaw goes tense. “Yesterday changed nothing.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
He steps closer. Just one step, but it’s enough.
My pulse buzzes but I hold my ground.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he says.
“Yet I’m here.”
“Yet you’re here.” He lifts a hand. Stops just short of touching me.
My body leans into it before I can stop it.
His lips are dangerously close to mine. My eyes close of their own accord, and…
His breath is hot against my ear. “You’re not going to stop.”
I swallow, shivering at his closeness. “No.”
“Even now.”
“Especially now.”
“If you keep doing this,” he says, voice low and rough, “it doesn’t stay contained.”
“Then don’t contain it.”
“Delaney—”
“No,” I cut in. “You don’t get to warn me and then act like you’re the only one with a choice here.”
“You don’t understand what you’re stepping into.”
“You keep saying that, and obviously it hasn’t stopped me.” I lean in. “So tell me, then. Tell me exactly what I’m stepping into.”
“No.”
“Why?”
He sears his gaze into mine. “Because you don’t walk away from it.”
“That’s not your decision.”
