Chapter Eleven

Airen's POV

His thumb caressed my lip again as I felt him lean closer.

"Now, tell me, Mio piccolo coniglietto," his warm breath brushed my ear and I felt his lips graze my cheek. Shivers of anticipation and pleasure ran through me. "Why were you panicking?"

And just like that, the cold water of reality rushed through me like ice.

I opened my eyes and jerked back.

"I wasn't panicking," I stated firmly.

His eyebrow raised and he gave me a look that said he knew I was lying. I met his look with a glare of my own. The last thing I was going to do was let this man in on what I was thinking.

"Then why was your heart racing?" He asked.

I raised an eyebrow of my own.

"Let's see, I wake up in the dark in a strange room with a strange man that I can't see talking to me. Why do you think my heart was racing Einstien?"

"You were scared." it was more of a statement than a question, but I'd take it.

"No shit Sherlock," I said rolling my eyes. I glanced at my watch and winced at how much