I swallowed, my body reacting before my mind could catch up. I took a step forward and then took another.
The urge to touch her, to reach out, to feel the warmth of my mark on her skin… was overwhelming.
I needed to. I needed to.
I could see it in my mind; the way my fingers would brush over her pulse point, the way her skin would feel beneath my touch, the way her breath would hitch…
My heart pounded. I stepped closer…
And suddenly, she moved fast.
She shoved at the door, trying to slam it shut before I could get in.
"Wait… María José!"
BAM.
The wooden door smacked into my face before I could stop it. I staggered back, cursing under my breath.
"María José!" I growled, pressing a hand to my forehead. "Are you serious?"
I heard her sharp inhale from the other side of the door.
"I…" she started, then hesitated.
I could practically feel her debating whether or not to open it again.
"That was an accident," she finally muttered.
