All of this happened so smoothly, even Yvonne Finley didn't have time to react. By the time she collected her thoughts, the man was already leaning over in the faint light streaming in through the window, his elbow on her shoulder, his pair of pitch-black eyes looked like constellations under the cold moonlight, spilling radiant lights all over her.
Her throat felt like it was stuffed with cotton, both dry and fiery hot.
Yvonne could sense the shift in the atmosphere.
She didn't move, she just stared at him, "I haven't said I'm not angry yet."
Caleb Baker swept her stray hair to the side of her face. His posture was still relaxed and languid, but actually, she could feel a deeper vibration pulsing. He did nothing to overstep any boundaries, simply locking her gaze with his captivating eyes, which was his lethal weapon.
"I am here, and we can deal with your anger however you want."
Listen to him.
How utterly shameless he was.
