Joanne couldn't grasp what was happening.
She had only asked if he wanted to join her for the Junior League commencement ceremony, and then—
Then…
His voice had dropped, rich and deep, sending an unexpected shiver down her spine.
And now—now she was in his embrace.
Her heart pounded in confusion, in something dangerously close to anticipation.
What should she do?
Before she could even process it, he had pulled her even closer, his breath warm against her cheek, his presence overwhelming.
She could push him away. Should push him away.
Her knee was still between his legs—she could make him regret this in an instant if she wanted to.
But…
She didn't move.
Instead, she stilled in his arms, the scent of him—woodsy, deep, familiar yet intoxicating—wrapping around her like a spell. Her fingers curled around his shoulder, a half-hearted push that lacked conviction. A push that wasn't meant to separate, but to ground herself.
What did she want?
She wasn't sure.
