Chapter 203: There is no escaping my trap.
Dylan approached her, one step at a time, a small, knowing smirk playing on his lips. His presence was magnetic.
Ava instinctively retreated, her back hitting the edge of the counter. She flinched slightly, her hands gripping the countertop for support.
"You were murmuring something." Dylan leaned in, his arms on either side of her, palms flat against the counter, effectively trapping her in place.
His proximity sent a jolt through her, and her senses suddenly heightened. His familiar cologne, his warmth, the intensity in his dark green eyes—it all overwhelmed her.
"What’s on your mind, Ava?" he murmured huskily.
Ava swallowed hard, her heart racing even faster as she searched for the words to deflect, to escape, to deny the very feelings that threatened to surface.
Ava’s pulse quickened, each beat drumming louder in her ears. Her cheeks burned with heat. "I-I wasn’t thinking about you." She struggled to keep her voice steady, though the butterflies fluttering wildly in her stomach betrayed her.
"Uh-huh?" He leaned even closer to her, and she held her breath. "Then why did you say you’d cook?" he whispered in her ear, knowing exactly where her soft point was.
Ava’s grip on the counter tightened as she shuddered, his breath grazing her skin like a spark to kindling.
Dylan noticed the way her body responded to him, the way her breath hitched, and her eyes darted nervously. He reveled in the tension, leaning in to brush his lips lightly against the sensitive skin behind her ear.
"You didn’t answer me." His low and husky voice sent a jolt through her.