SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.

His earlier words echo in my mind as I stare at him with a mix of trepidation, fear, and hope. He looks at me as though he needs to consume me. His blue eyes appear dark as his hold on me tightens until there's barely any air between us. All I can feel, see, breathe is him.

All of a sudden, realization courses through me. I release myself from his hold, moving back in shock as I stare at him.

"You... like me?" I whispered.

He looks at his hands ...