Chapter twenty.

~Ethan.

Of everything I had thought Aurora to be, dramatic wasn't one of them. I watched her, with a raised brow and an amused expression, run away as though she were fleeing from me.

She was funny, I would give her that, running away as though she had seen a ghost but, even as though she practically fled, her lemony scent continued to linger around me as though she were a breath away from me, like her hands were still wrapped around my neck and her breath still falling on my face.

My groin reacted in protest, and I chewed on my teeth to keep it back in line. The last thing I needed was getting a hard on for a woman I couldn't have…yet.

As Aurora disappeared from my sight, I turned to see Sam, who was now standing behind me and with a wide grin which almost cringed me to death. The little smile I wore fell, and my brows knitted as I looked at him from head to toe.

“Would you prefer your death to be by handing, or would you rather I burn you alive?”

“I would like a hug and two pats on