I Want You Talia

She placed the now empty glass on the table and turned to face him with a scrutinizing gaze. If he was so aware of her reservations, why the hell had unilaterally decided that moving into her shoebox of an apartment, where she couldn’t avoid him, was a genius response to her evicting him just the day before after having this very same conversation?

Suddenly, he was right in front of her, not pressed against her but caging her. She took a step back, her back bumping against the counter that made up part of the kitchen. His feet didn’t move from where he stood but his arms came to rest palm flat on top of the counter, bracketing her. He leaned forward, over her, his lips inches away from her forehead. Her breath snagged in her throat as she was made aware, yet again, how big he was. Muscled in a lean kind of way, wide shoulders and a large chest that she would have loved to cuddle against in a different circumstance and corded thick arms that made her fingers itch w