“Come with me?” I murmur in her ear, hoping like hell she doesn’t say no, but it’s her call. I lean against the wall, trying not to look too feral. She arches one brow. “You’re going to have to ask me nicer than that.” Reaching out, I use my thumb to stroke the curve of her inner wrist, right where her pulse quickens. Her breath catches, so I squeeze, just a little. “I’m not in the mood to be nice.”
