~ TESS ~
Killan is moving silently, but I can feel him inching closer. The truth is, I want to turn him away again, but I’m not sure I'll be able to this time.
For the past few days, Killan has made it his mission to break me down and get beneath my skin. Each of our encounters has become more intense—a battle of wills where the advantage shifts back and forth between us. Just yesterday, after I sweetly told him to go play hide and fuck himself, he backed me to a wall and caged me in with his arms.
Scorching heat radiated from his body, his honey irises shifting to vibrant gold as he stared into my eyes. He was wearing a blue T-shirt that flaunted the impressive tattoos that began at his wrists and winded up his arms.
The ink had somehow complemented his tan complexion and added to the charm I hate to admit is potent.
There was nowhere for me to run or hide.
When he lowered his head as if to kiss me, his breath whispering across my lips, I thought about running—but he seeme
