he grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly, dragging her a step closer to him. She tilted her head back to look at him. For a moment, alone in that warehouse with nothing but the crates keeping them company, she allowed herself to take in his face, those green eyes, the strong jaw. Immortal. Unyielding. Blooded with power. “Brute.” “Brat.” She loosed a breathy laugh.
This is the most tension/chemistry we've ever gotten
