Sireen’s POV

Trevor and I stand for a long moment, watching and waiting for the other to break the ice.

He looks downright feral.

His dark eyes are hooded, holding me captive and peeling me back inch by inch, because there aren’t that many layers left of me that he hasn’t seen. At a point, his grip on the handle of the door tightens till his knuckles are white and popping with veins, and I wonder if he’s restraining himself from doing something.

When Trevor releases the handle, fists his hands, and takes a long purposeful step in my direction, I draw in a sharp breath and start to ramble....