My breath hitched in my throat when Adam stopped at my words, and turned to face me. But not just his face now, but his entire frame; his rib area was on the hay, and his body was at a 180 degree angle.

His eyes were full of emotions that were not healthy to my heart.

“Why did you turn? I think you should return to your former position.” I met his gaze head on, aware that any slight movement I indulged would sell me off—that I was affected by him.

If my words hadn’t revealed that much already.

“Do I make you uncomfortable, Dora?” Adam’s eyes perused the contours...