Shameless Confession

Sloane's fingers clenched nervously, her back pressed tight against the sofa. Rowan leaned in, one arm resting on the back of the couch and the other braced beside her face—effectively trapping her.

"Such good taste," Rowan said, his tone like velvet with a twist—charming, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.

Sloane was completely cornered, trapped in a space where escape felt impossible. 'What's