I hold his gaze as my breath becomes uneven. My heart hammers in my chest. He’s so close, too close. I can feel his warmth radiating off him in waves.

He’s still on all fours, only about two feet away, his golden eyes glowing in the dim light as he watches me.

Deep down, I know I should probably push him away and stay far from him, but I don’t. The truth is, I don’t know what to do. I want to deny it badly, but there’s a small, dangerous part of me that likes the way he looks at me. ...