Should Not

Clueless yet capable—her protector’s dark eyes hid passion or indifference.

His whispers sent shivers where lips grazed her skin.
“Predict my reactions when you appear like this?”
“Ah—!”
“Not scared? Interesting.”
Arms tightened, savoring her fluster.

Annoyed, she muttered, “You repeat it because I yield.”
“Then resist.”
“Can’t sleep sober?” His question stunned her.

Cold fingers lifted her chin.
“Stay.”
That night changed everything, pulling them into the abyss.