He was that close.
So close that she instinctively spread her legs a little wider, shifting back just enough to avoid touching him.
He wasn't… going to kill her?
Her heart raced even faster but this time, not entirely from fear.
She didn't like this closeness. It made every nerve in her body tremble, made her pulse feel wild and uncontrollable.
Swallowing hard, she raised her trembling hand and gently began dabbing at his cheeks with the tissue.
Quick. Finish quickly.
The sooner she was done, the sooner she could escape.
Even in the dim light, she could see him clearly and she was grateful his eyes remained closed.
Her gaze drifted without permission.
His jaw was sharp, shadowed with rough stubble that gave him a dangerously rugged look.
Her eyes lingered on his lips, his lower lip slightly fuller.
Just as she moved to wipe them, his tongue flicked out, dragging across them.
Heat rushed to her cheeks.
Her gaze snapped upward
Straight into his dark eyes.
Dead.
