What am I doing?
He couldn't possibly want me.
God, I'm so stupid for thinking this.
Panic comes crashing in.
This was a mistake.
I turn around quickly to leave.
I am about halfway to his door when the room suddenly fills with light.
I stop.
Shit. He's opened the bathroom door.
Turning slowly, I see Callum standing in the doorway, staring at me.
His black hair is slightly tousled. His green eyes are more intense than I've ever seen them. His pec muscles rise and fall as he breathes.
My gaze goes lower, across the ripples of his six-pack, tracing the deep V that disappears below his underwear, and his large bulge.
I feel my face turn red, and my eyes shoot back up to his.
"I. I, uh," I say, my brain trying to get anything out, but I can't.
He takes a step toward me, and time slows.
Even if I wanted to move, I can't.
He takes another, and I just bite my lip, my fingers fumbling together.
He stops right in front of me, towering over my small frame.
And as I look up at him, it's like I'm seeing him for the first time. Everything about him looks sexy. His face, his hair, even the shape of his eyebrows, I find sexy.
Oh my God, I'm losing it.
We stare at one another, and as he looks at me, I feel reduced to my most vulnerable state.
My chest rises and falls too fast. My skin burns where his gaze touches.
"Zaria," he says, his voice low and rough. "Why are you here?"
"I…" I start, but I don't know what to say.
I came here because I wanted to. Because I needed to.
Because the thought of being alone in that room, with the unlocked door and the silence and the memory of his kiss, was unbearable.
I swallow hard. "I don't know," I lie.
"Yes, you do."
His hand lifts, and I flinch, not out of fear, but out of habit.
He touches my face so gently it makes my throat ache.
