Rebecca

Maximus didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Not at first.

His eyes locked on mine like they were trying to memorize every flicker of honesty that had just slipped out of me. His breathing had gone quiet. Controlled.

“You want me,” he repeated, voice low. Velvet over steel.

I swallowed hard. “That’s what I said.”

His jaw clenched. “You think I don’t know that?” he said, barely more than a breath. “Do you have any idea what it’s ...