He pulls me down the hall so fast I stumble, my breath stuttering when he kicks open his bedroom door, drags me inside, and presses me flush against it the second it clicks shut. The air thickens. Every single cell in my body goes tight, my muscles locking up as the reality of his closeness—his size, his heat, his scent—crashes into me. That familiar scent of leather, smoke, and something darker. Something familiar. Oh god. It was him.
