He lied to me.
Scarlett
Alex’s kisses consumed me, made me feverish that even the thin fabric of shirt felt too much. Crossing my ankles behind his back I pulled him closer, between my legs, and cursed the pants he had donned before coming downstairs. I whimpered as he bit down on my bottom lip before taking a step back. My lips automatically followed his but he held me away with his palm between my breasts.
And when I looked up to meet his eyes I was taken aback by the anger in his gaze. Suddenly I was a stupid hare who had walked up too close to a lounging panther. I stilled as he said, as calm as ever, “What were you thinking?”
I swàllowed, licked my lips, tasting him. “Well…” I frowned and asked, “About what?”
His green eyes flashed. “Don’t play with me, little Scar. I’m talking
