KATALEYA'S POV

His hands were on my waist.

Firm.

Steady.

I was trapped between him and something cold.

A wall.

Maybe glass.

I didn't know.

I didn't care.

Because he was close.

Too close.

And his voice...

God, his voice.

"You should've said yes," he whispered.

I tried to answer.

"I don't..."

But the words wouldn't come out.

His eyes searched mine.

Blue.

Intense.

Like he could see every thought in my head.

"You don't what?" he asked softly.

"You don't want this?"

I opened my ...