“Assumptions, assumptions.” Suddenly, he surprises me with a lopsided grin, and I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. “Don’t do that, Alina,” he mutters. My eyes flick up to meet his, and I find myself lost in those mesmerizing brown—almost black—eyes. “Do what?” I whisper, my voice hardly audible. “Throw my words back in my face,” he replies, his gaze never leaving mine. “It fucks with me, and I don’t like it.”
