Olivia's POV
Before I could take another step, his hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me back.
I nearly stumbled into him, my heart hammering so hard I was sure he could hear it.
"Are you okay?"
His voice was low, and way too close to my ear. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, could smell his essence, and it immediately brought back flashes of last night in vivid detail.
I nodded, not trusting my voice.
"Look at me."
I couldn't. If I looked at him, I'd remember everything. The way his hands had felt on my skin. The sounds he'd made. The way he'd whispered Olivia over and over like a prayer.
"Oliver." His grip on my wrist tightened slightly. "Look at me."
I forced myself to meet his eyes, and immediately regretted it.
Those green eyes were studying me intently, searching for something. Did he know? Could he tell just by looking at me that I'd been in his bed last night? That I'd…
