“You’ve never scared me the way you should’ve,” I breathe, my chest heaving and heart pounding. “Whatever gave you the impression that I was a scared little mouse?” He clicks his tongue as if chiding me. “I would guess the moment I make you squeal like one.” A moment later, his teeth are sinking into the soft spot beneath my ear. I’m unable to control the sound that bursts from my throat. High-pitched, just like a damned mouse.
