He wraps his hand over mine as he grabs the bottle. Fireworks go off in my head, the remnants zipping through the rest of my body. Somehow, I manage to hold back the gasp in my throat and not react outwardly. “There’s only ever been one choice,” he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against my hand. Oh. My. God. Why does he do this? I glare up at him and find that cocky-ass smirk on his face.
