“ I need to wash my face,” She cut the tension, desperately, and slipped out of the heated space.

She could feel his gaze bore into her back as she hastened her steps to the bathroom. She had to save herself from the man who wasn't only stirring her heart, but also intoxicating her soul.

She was a second closer to grabbing his collar and taking those lips that made her senses go blank like they belonged to her.

But does he?

Eloise shut the door behind her and rushed to the front of the mirror to gather her breath.

Does Antonio belong to her?

The question lingered.

She stared...