More real.
My heart is still racing.
Partly from what just happened inside.
Partly because Noah Walker is standing right beside me, looking like he might tear the world apart if it means getting closer to me.
“Are you sure about this?”he asks, softer this time.
I nod because I am sure.
“Yes, I’m sure.”
And I am.
Mostly.
There’s a million reasons why leaving this party with Noah Walker is a bad idea.
Number one, he is so out of my league.
Number two, I work with him.
Number three—crap, what was number three?
Right now, my wrist tingles a little where that awful man grabbed me, and all I can think about is how Noah stepped in.
He’s still cradling it in his big hands, stroking his thumb along the inside of my wrist.
And yeah, I squirm because holy hell, he is making me so damn hot right now.
Noah must notice because his jaw tightens.
“Are-are we gonna go?”I ask uncertainty rising.
I mean, hell, I already asked the man to leave with me.
So, there’s no putting that particular cat back in the bag.But for some reason, he seems frozen.
“You positive?”he murmurs.
“Yes,” I say, meeting his eyes.“I-I think maybe the tension between you and me needs to be addressed.Maybe we can go somewhere and just work this out of our systems.Then you won’t need to play knight in shining armor anymore.”
A crooked smile tugs at his mouth.
“Wasn’t about being a hero.”
“No?Then why did you get all Hulk smash on that guy?”
“That was about someone touching what’s mine.”
My stomach flips.
“That sounds dangerously territorial.”
His blue eyes darken.
“Maybe.”
