His hand comes up to my face. Wraps around my cheek, thumb pressing into my lower lip. “Would you, Serena? Enjoy it?” Panic bursts anew in my chest. I shake my head violently. No. No. “Well, then.” His eyes soften, and he lets out a half-resigned, half-amused sigh. “Better make use of that rock in your hand, killer.”
YEAHHHHHH
