Anna exhales sharply, dropping her hands to her sides.“Oh my god.”
“You’re just afraid to admit that you don’t.”
She turns back, eyes blazing.“You think you know me that well?”
I nod, not backing down.“I know you better than you think, Ace.Hell, I’d wager that I know you better than just about anyone else.”
She huffs a dry laugh, but I catch the small shiver.The flicker of something akin to fear in her deep brown eyes.
The space between us is razor-thin now, heat crackling between us like an exposed wire.
Her breath hitches, just slightly.
I see the way her gaze flickers, her body locked tight like she’s fighting herself.Fightingme.
She won’t admit it, but she’s thinking about it.
She’sfeelingit.
That pull.The same one I’ve been trying to ignore—and failing miserably—since I got back.
Her eyes drop, just for a second, to my mouth, and I stop breathing.
Holy shit.
I could close the space between us.
It would take nothing.
A tilt of my head, a shift forward, and I’d have her.I’d feel her lips on mine, the heat of her skin.
She’d hate herself for it.Hell, maybe she wants a reason to hate me again.
But I can feel the battle in her.The warring betweenget out of my lifeandcome closer.
Her fingers twitch at her sides, knuckles tight like she’s bracing for impact.
I don’t move.
I let her decide because I refuse to force her.
Then, just when I think she’s about to?—
The front door swings open.
“Yo, Anna, you home?”
We snap apart like we’ve been burned.
I take a step back, jaw clenched, while Anna exhales sharply andshakes herself out of it.
Fuck.
I run my hands through my hair and breathe out.
Ethan’s voice is casual, easy—completely oblivious to the fact that I was a breath away from makinga very bad decision.
Tessa follows behind him, her gaze flicking between us like she knowssomethingjust happened but can’t quite put her finger on it.