Aria pov
He pulled back suddenly, and the loss of his warmth made me whimper. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with desire, chest heaving. "Go to bed, Aria." His voice was strained, rough.
I blinked, confused, my body still thrumming with need. "What?"
"Go." He stepped back, putting distance between us. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, the tendons in his arms standing out with the effort of restraint. "Before I forget I'm trying to be a gentleman."
The words hit me like cold water. "Are you serious right now?"
"Go to bed." He wouldn't look at me, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle jumping.
Confusion gave way to anger—hot and sharp. "You" I struggled to find words through the haze of rejected desire and humiliation. "You call me home, you beg me to come back, you put your hands all over me, and now you're sending me away?"
"Aria"
