I could still see his onyx eyes narrowed in disapproval, the dark stubble shadowing a clenched, strong jaw, veined hands running through his hair in irritation. I tried to push him from my head. Tried not to contrast that version of him with the fleeting stranger in the alcove, whose brows had furrowed in concern as warm hands steadied me. How ironic it was that he’d been the one who calmed my panic. With his body shoved into mine, the friction of my spine against the rough stone wall, the weighted anticipation of someone finding us…it had been the distraction I needed.
