Mike smiled, a slow, devastatingly handsome tilt of the lips that didn't reach his eyes, which remained focused and hungry. "I don't care whose idea it is, Sabrina... As long as it's the truth."
He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, his presence overwhelming the small space between them. He wasn't just a man she had met twenty-four hours ago anymore; he was a force of nature, as relentless and unavoidable as the rain lashing against the window.
[DESIRE: 55/100]
Sabrina stepped back, the movement sharp and abrupt. She put a few feet of distance between them, her eyes scanning the room as if looking for a way out that didn't involve the door.
"I need to get out of these clothes," she said, a little too quickly. "I'll be in the bathroom..."
"I think I'll take a shower first."
Mike remained where he was, hands buried in his pockets, watching her with a casual, amused expression. "Suit yourself."
