63

WILLOW

He looks down at me and his gray becomes darker. His long fingers tucks my hair behind my ear. I could feel his hot breathe on my forehead. I just realized how short of a rat I am.

“Did you? . . .” He says softly before he searches my eyes like they hold the truth he is searching for.

“Did I What?” I ask almost not sure whether my voice was audible enough.

His gray eyes falls to my lips and my stomach feels funny. Why is having this effect on me? My face is red from all this. He takes a step forward and I move back but I lost my balance and my ass makes contact with the bed.

“What you said during the interview,” He says as he looks down at me. He just a few inches away and I can’t help but know that his lower body is a few inches away from my face.

It is taking a lot of scolding and mental screaming for me not to look. I gulp down spit and my eyes widens when I realized I said yes. This is supposed to be a secret. I didn’t want to ruin the relationship I have with him. Now, wh