Claire’s
His warm hands covered my mouth while the other settled on my waist. His masculine cologne mixed with the scent of his aftershave invaded my senses, making my head spin. His dark eyes looked drowsy as he stared at me intensely.
His body pressed against mine as he pushed me toward the edge of the sink. The cold tile dug into my skin.
I quickly brushed off the hand covering my mouth and widened my eyes at him.
“What are you doing here?” I whispered, nervous that someone might catch the two of us inside.
He just stared at me intently, saying nothing. Annoyed, I pushed his hand off my waist and stepped back slightly—but stopped when I realized there was nowhere else to go. His presence was overwhelming, especially in such a confined space. He was a big man, and it felt suffocatin
