He gave a hard smile and the oxygen in my lungs evaporated. “We
both know I’m not a gentleman.”
“Yeah. Okay, let me out. I’m tired.”
“There’s something else,” he said, and I groaned.
“What now?”
“This.” He stepped closer to me, so close that the containers were
sandwiched between us. His eyes
looked down into mine, intent and golden, like a lion.
“Oh, no, you don’t!” I hissed, dropping everything. I pushed hard
against his chest; it was like shoving
a tree.
“Yes,” he said very softly, leaning down. “Yes, I do.

Cate Tiernan