I blinked. Hadn’t I just said so?
“Do I haveyou?”
This time, I finally noticed his too-soft tone, his narrowed eyes, and the sudden tension in the air.
Oh.
I reared back.
Oh.
“Do I have you, Anneke?”
Nine
Alady’s imaginationwas supposed to be very rapid,I thought absently, which meant I was either the exception to the rule – or I had known this was coming but pretended not to.
As always.
The air inside the tiny cottage was rife with tension, but what made it unbearable was how sexual it was, and the way it contaminated everything in the room was terrifying. The cottage no longer felt cozy and warm. Now it felt hot and claustrophobic, more and more so with each second.
“Anneke.”
Crap. Oh no. Oh crap.
I squeezed my eyes shut, but it was no use. I could still hear the way Marcus said my name, and it still sounded too sensual, too beautiful, tooright.
“Answer me.” His voice had turned guttural. And then he was cupping my chin, making me facehim—-
His touch made me ache.
Oh God.
It had been so long.
“Do I have you?”