I'm hearing things.
"Are you going to look at me?" he asks.
I slowly turn, my face an inch from his.
He smiles. There's no smirk, no arrogance, no cowboy full of games this time. It's just a side of Wyatt few people see. It's soft, a bit vulnerable, and real.
He studies me for what feels like forever, then glances at my lips, declaring, "We shouldn't go down this road, Willow."
Disappointment hits me. I turn, blinking hard.
He takes a finger and turns my chin back toward him.
I keep blinking.
"You're going to be the demise of me, sugar."
I take a shaky breath.
"Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asks.
I furrow my forehead and admit with a cracking voice, "I don't know. I-I'm not sure, Wyatt. So make sure you're clear."
He presses his fingers deeper into my thigh. "You know we shouldn't cross the line, right?"
I blurt out, "Like putting your hand between my legs?"
Heat ignites in his gaze, and his lips curve. "Yeah, sugar. Exactly that." He moves his hand higher, keeping his gaze drilled into mine, challenging me to tell him to remove it.
I can't.
My breath hitches. I quiver.
He continues, "If anyone knew what was happening here between us…" His voice trails off, fading into the distant music.
"They won't," I offer. It comes out as a plea.
He groans. "Jesus, sugar."
I bite down hard on my lip.
He cups my cheek with his hand, stroking his thumb over my mouth.
I lock my gaze on his lips.
"Have you kissed anyone, Willow?" he asks.
Embarrassment washes over me. I try to look away, but he won't let me.
"It's nothing to be ashamed about, but I want to know," he claims.
I swallow hard. "No."
His expression tells me he approves of my answer before he says, "Good."
"Good?" I ask, confused.
A storm of arrogance washes over him. "I like knowing you're only going to be mine."
