He groans and gathers me. Presses me tight to him for a short, blissful moment. But the heat builds up quickly inside me, and when I start squirming against the hard part of him poking into my stomach, he pulls back and says carefully, “I have to leave, Serena.” “What?” “You have no understanding of what’s going on.” Panic climbs up my throat. “And you do?” “Yes, killer. I do.”
