Shit, this giant could snap me like a twig, but he’s also getting on my last damn nerve!
“Can’t do that, lady.”
Lady?
“Don’t call me lady.”
“Fine. What’s your name?”
“None of your business.”
He smirks. Actually fucking smirks. And of course, because life is fucking unfair, he looks even more amazing doing it.
“Feisty, I like that.”
“I don’t care what you like, asshole. Let. Me. Out.”
“Not yet.”
Our bodies are pressed together on the narrow seat of the photo booth. We’re both breathing hard, glaring at each other. Then his eyes drop past my face, my neck. Lower, lingering on my generous chest.
I snap my fingers in his face. “Eyes up here, buddy.”
His gaze lifts, the stupid, sexy smirk deepening. “Hard not to look.”
“Try harder.”
He leans closer. Way too close. Giving me a perfect close-up of his full lips, strong nose and jaw, and deep brown eyes… And now I can smell his cologne. Great. It’s fucking delicious. Addictive. All woodsy, manly, and shit.
“You always this difficult?”
“You always this creepy?”
He chuckles, and the movement makes his jacket open, revealing that the side of his white button-down is soaked in blood.
“Oh my God, you’re bleeding!”
He briefly glances down. “Yeah.”
“No, you don’t understand. You’re bleeding!”
“I’m aware.”
“You need a hospital!”
“No hospital.”
“Are you insane? What happened?”
“The bullet went through. I’m fine.”
“Bu… bullet?! You are not fine!”
Taking advantage of my concern, he meets my eyes, squeezing my shoulders with his big, warm hands. “Help me. Please.”
I stare at this bleeding stranger who dragged me into an isolated corner and manhandled me, but is most likely running from something dangerous. I should scream, run, kick him in the nuts, do something… anything. But the plead in his eyes calls to me. He looks like he really needs help. Fuck.
I hold his gaze. “What do you need?”
