“Why do you hate me?” she whispered. Her eyes drifted away from my face, and I dropped my forehead against her temple. “Because you’re such a fucking distraction,” I confessed. “What?” she asked as I moved my lips to kiss my way down her neck. I felt like I was floating as she wrapped her fingers around my neck. Fuck, she smelled so good. “I’ve never felt distracted the way I do when you’re around. I need to be finding out who tried to kill my brother, not thinking about you. Usually, I’m in my own world. When you’re in my presence, I want to be in your world. I want you to be my world.”
