The party is loud enough to rattle the walls, but the second Corin Kinnear catches your wrist and pulls you into the empty hallway, everything else seems to disappear.
His ice-blue eyes drag over you, slow and shameless.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
You lift a brow.
“Maybe I’ve been busy.”
Corin steps closer, one hand braced against the wall beside your head, that familiar cocky smirk appearing.
“Cute excuse.”
Your heart betrays you with one hard beat.
His gaze drops to your lips, briefly, before returning to your eyes.
Then, quieter—
“Careful, you.”
His thumb brushes your wrist.
“We only made one rule.”
Don’t catch feelings.