บททั้งหมดของ Off-Limits Desire: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 65

Scarlett's POVI hum softly, closing the distance between us, feeling the heat radiating off of him.The air around us seems to shift, thickening with something unspoken, something charged. “And you,” I say, my voice low as I jab my index finger into his chest.His brow arches, his lips twitching upward in amusement as if I’m nothing more than a source of entertainment to him. My cheeks flush instantly, the weight of his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine making me feel like my thoughts are on full display.Those eyes, sharp, unreadable, hold emotions I can’t quite place, swirling beneath the surface in a way that makes my stomach twist.I swallow thickly, my throat suddenly dry. My palms feel clammy, and I discreetly wipe them on the fabric of my skirt, praying he doesn’t notice.“You didn’t answer me,” I finish, crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt to look composed, even if my heart is hammering against my ribs.For a moment, he doesn’t say anything. He just stares at me,

Scarlett's POVAs I trudged towards my front door, a smile still plastered on my face, I rummaged through my purse for my phone. My fingers closed around it, and I pulled it out, dialing Spencer's number out of habit. But then I remembered he was away on a business trip, and a chuckle escaped my lips as I shoved the phone back into my bag. "Silly," I muttered to myself.I continued to fumble through my purse, searching for my keys.My fingers dug deeper, and I pointed the bag towards the dim street light by the fence, but there was nothing."Don't tell me I forgot my keys. Do not fucking tell me I forgot my keys," I muttered, crouching down by the fence as I emptied the contents of my purse onto the ground.The items clanged against each other, and a faint glint caught my eye. I grabbed the keys, sighing in relief as I packed my stuff back into the bag.As I stood up, I dusted off my knees, grunting in frustration. "I really need to organize my shit better," I muttered to myself.I st

Scarlett's POVI shook my head, sitting up groggily. The room spun slightly, and I felt a wave of fatigue wash over me.I ran my hands across my face, feeling around for my phone. My fingers wrapped around its slender frame, and I pulled it up to my face.The bright screen made me squint, and I shielded my eyes, forcing myself into an upright position as I stretched lazily. The stiffness in my body was evident, and I let out a low groan.My neck made an odd cracking noise as I twisted my back, trying to shake myself awake.I tossed the phone onto the armchair adjacent to where I sat, the soft cushions enveloping it. As I forced myself out of the couch, my joints creaked in protest.I headed to the television to turn it off, my neck aching with every movement. The screen went black, and the room fell silent except for the dull hum of the radiator in the corner and the distant buzz of horns as the city came to life.I sighed heavily, remembering I had work today. The thought of facing t