KATALEYA'S POV

"What am I willing to give you?"

I stared at him.

Was he serious?

"What kind of question is that?" I asked.

I frowned at him.

"I don't even know you."

"And you're standing there asking me what I'm willing to give you?"

A laugh escaped me.

It wasn't funny.

It was bitter.

Maybe a little crazy.

Because my face was burning.

Not because of his question.

But because of how close he was.

I could see every line of muscle on his chest.

His strong arms.

The small scar above his eyebrow.

It ...