Olivia's POV
With my eyes closed, I lay on my bed, trying to get some sleep.
But I felt it before I saw him.
That pull.
That heat crawling across my skin.
I opened my eyes—and there he was.
Lennox.
Leaning against my bedroom doorframe, his shirt unbuttoned, chest bare, dark pants riding low on his hips. His eyes were glowing gold, fixed on me with a kind of hunger that made my breath catch.
"Lennox?" I sat up slowly, confused but not afraid. "What are you doing here?"
His lips curled into a slow smirk. "I came to finish what we started."
I swallowed hard. "What are you talking about?"
He stepped forward, each movement controlled and slow, like a wolf stalking a prey, only I wasn't scared. I was burning. And I couldn't look away.
