Dylan approached her, one step at a time, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. His presence was magnetic.
Ava instinctively retreated, her back hitting the edge of the counter. She flinched slightly, her hands gripping the countertop for support.
"You were murmuring something." Dylan leaned in, his arms on either side of her, palms flat against the counter, effectively trapping her in place.
His proximity sent a jolt through her, and her senses suddenly heightened. His familiar cologne, his warmth, the intensity in his dark green eyes—it all overwhelmed her.
"What's on your mind, Ava?" he murmured huskily.
Ava swallowed hard, her heart racing even faster as she searched for the words to deflect, to escape, to deny the very feelings that threatened to surface.
