Just Having a Good Time

Sloane

Rowan’s dark eyes were locked onto mine, completely unreadable, but the heavy tension radiating from his large frame was suffocating. There was something about the rigid way he stood there, his hands balled tightly into white-knuckled fists at his sides, that made my chest tighten painfully. I remained pinned against the hard edge of the kitchen counter, my heart still hammering wildly aga