Freya

The moment the words left my lips, my heart started racing faster, a wild, frantic drumbeat that echoed in my ears and made my chest feel too tight.

Ryder was looking at me as if I had suddenly started speaking French. His brows were slightly furrowed, eyes narrowed in that unreadable way, like he didn’t understand a single thing I’d said, even though I knew he understood every damn word. He blinked once, slow and deliberate, then his arms tightened around my waist, pulling me a fraction closer against his solid chest.

“I’ve said a lot of things, bunny,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the corner of...