CHAPTER 2 — HATE AND HEAT

I should have pushed him away.

Instead, I stood there frozen as Caleb loomed over me in the small, dimly lit guest room. The only light came from the dying fire downstairs filtering through the window, casting long shadows across his sharp features. His grey eyes burned into mine with years of pent-up frustration and something far more dangerous.

“Make me,” he had said.

Caleb took another slow step forward, his grey eyes never leaving mine. The room felt smaller with every inch he closed between us.

“You’ve always been a pain in my ass, Layla,” he said quietly. “Always acting like you’re better...