PRETEND YOU MINE

"You're tempting me, and I can tell you are," Ethan said, his eyes locking onto mine. "Remember how things were during that kiss? You were mine for a moment." I quickly replied, "That was different, Ethan. I'm not your typical girl, you know that." But inside, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of vulnerability as his breath brushed against my skin. He seemed to sense it, his gaze lingering on my flushed cheeks. "You have this incredible scent," he murmured, his thumb tracing my collarbone, his hand still holding me firmly against the wall. "It's intoxicating, and you look incredibly sexy right now." My thoughts raced, contemplating the attraction between us. Was there a chance for something more than just physical? "Ethan, why are you pushing me like this?" I asked, trying to understand the sudden change in his behavior. "I don't know why," he confessed, his fingers sliding through my hair. "I've tried to distance myself, but I can't resist you. I simply can't be away from you." His thumbs began to caress my throat in a slow, deliberate rhythm, igniting a fire within me. "I know you feel it too, Brynne," he insisted. "Your desire is palpable." The tension between us hung thick in the air, as we both grappled with the unspoken question: would we give in to the temptation that was consuming us?