Chapter 19

• He leaned in, his voice low and teasing, his breath brushing against her cheek. “Is someone… jealous?”
• The words were smooth, playful, yet edged with something more dangerous.
• The moment his hands gripped her waist, Anaya’s entire body betrayed her. Her breath caught in her throat, her chest rising and falling too quickly. For one dizzy heartbeat, she couldn’t breathe at all. His nearness was suffocating, intoxicating. The warmth of his body pressed against hers, the deep timbre of his voice so close—it was enough to set her pulse thundering in her ears.