I truly cannot control how my body and heart reacted to him. It was like a switch had been flipped, waking up every nerve, every feeling I had put to sleep.
My breath caught, my stomach twisted, and a strange, hot feeling spread through my chest. For a moment, I could only see him, only feel him, as if the rest of the world had stopped.
"Astor."
The name slipped out, a soft gasp, a quiet plea. I hadn't meant for my voice to sound like I was longing for him, like I was calling to him from a lonely night, but it did.
He didn't even look at me. His wide shoulders, his dark presence, just filled the door, then moved further into the small room as he let himself in.
No questions, no permission, just a natural right to be in my space, my life.
I didn't dare to look at his face. I couldn't.
