Up until I ran into the wall.

He edged closer, placing his hands on the wall on either side of my head, and my heart hammered against my ribcage. I'd never say it out loud, but I enjoyed the pursuit.

"There is nowhere to go, Willow. I have you now." He leaned closer but avoided touching me.

"Go change," I said.

My statement didn't sound particularly convincing. When his lips touched my neck, I fought back my groan.

"You shouldn't be this attractive. When we go out for dinner, I'm going to struggle all night to figure out how to get you out of this outfit," he spoke softly in...