"I didn't think you'd use what I gave you this way," Adam drawled as he lay on the messy bed with an easy, almost lazy look, with the television playing opposity him
His gaze, however, was anything but indifferent. It followed Melanie's every movement, as if she were the most captivating thing in the room, ignoring even the television. She felt like a prey unable to avoid the gaze of the hunter.
She'd even spent an entire hour, washing her hair and laying in the bath, just to escape the heat in his gaze. But when she'd come out, he'd been laying there, and she'd realized her hour had been wasted. She could still feel her blood heating up under his gaze.
Crossing the room, she reached for the towel draped over the chair, and pretended to be entirely focused on drying the damp ends of her hair. But even as she rubbed the fabric through the strands, she could feel him watching—waiting.
