Arlo was a man with so much intensity, so much presence, that every time he came into my view, I would feel heat pooling around my stomach that it was impossible to ignore.

So yes, I do want to kiss him, and yes, I am unashamed for feeling this way when he’s a man so perfect as if the gods themselves carved him out of marble.

However, what I didn’t know was that the moment I would say ‘yes’ to his question, he would suddenly lift me off the floor as if I weighed nothing, gripping both my thighs and pushing me against the bookshelf.

“Arlo—” He closed the distance...