I take a deep breath, but before I can say anything else, he’s rising to his feet, and standing at his full height, towering over me at six foot two inches and two hundred plus pounds of pure muscle. His shoulders are so broad that I feel tiny by comparison, and even more unsure about what I’m doing here. But then his hands move to my face, cupping my jawline with his big, calloused palms and I forget how to breathe all over again. “Stay,” he whispers again.
