~ Anyssa’s Pov ~

I expected him to get angry, probably get into the car and drive off. But he said nothing, staring at me with wide eyes. His throat worked as he swallowed, then he pushed himself closer to me, and I could...I could feel him.

“Why are you doing this to me, Nyssa?”

“What am I doing?”

“You’re making me want you,” he groaned.

Oh. Ohh.

“Y-you want me?” I whispered.

“Yes, I do, and I hate myself for fucking admitting it.”

Is that why he ...