Lola's POV

His thumb was still on my lip, the rough pad pressing against soft skin. My heart pounded so hard he surely heard it.

"Tell me," Morgan whispered. Voice low. Rough. "Tell me why you ran."

I couldn't answer. Words stuck in my throat. I just stared at him.

His eyes were still dark. Burning. They moved from my eyes down to my mouth. His thumb pressed a little harder against my bottom lip.

"You're not going to answer, are you?" he said quietly.

I shook my head slightly, a tiny ...