LIAM
Breath stutters away from my lungs as our breath mingle together. His hot breath fans against my face, wrecking goosebumps in my body. I stifle a shiver.
"W-What?" I blurt out.
His ocean-like blue eyes watch me with so much intensity that I never knew existed. "You are moving in with me in my bedroom." He repeats.
His deep, commanding voice reaches everywhere it shouldn't and sends waves of something it shouldn't.
I gulp, struggling to keep my now nonexistent composure, "W-Why...?" My voice is so soft it is barely above a whisper.
"Because I want you to." His grip tightens on my wrist and I winch. I am sure it will leave a hell of a bruise, "Leave it. You don't have to move your things. My men will do the job for you." His voice drops as well, his eyes never leaving mine as if he is trying to commit every curve and contour of my face to his memory. His gaze is so intense, that it makes my toes curl.
