Kiara's POV
Time seemed to come to a standstill, as I stood rooted in my spot. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't bring myself to move, and I told myself that it had everything to do with the fact that I was scared and anxious, and was nowhere near related to the burly man behind me.
My back was still pressed against his front, and alongside his abs making a dent into my back, I felt something else poking at me.
I shuddered.
I didn't want to think too much about it, if it was real or just my mind playing games with me. If there was something I was sure was more real than I would like to admit, it was the goosebump that trailed my skin, and how the spot where our bodies touched singed with a dangerous kind of fire.
His hands were by my sides, and for a moment, I wondered what it would feel like if he were to inch closer with his fingers and…..
“What the hell do you think you're doing, rogue?” Darius' voice washed over me and I shivered. I parted my lips to speak, but
