All the blood drained from my face. A horrified strangled noise came out of my throat. Not him! You gotta be shitting me. Someone told me I wasn't supposed to get punished for my sins until I die. I'm not dead yet! Then why, oh, why? His smile was infuriatingly cocky. His eyes locked onto mine as he kept coming toward me. "Stay where you are!" I yelled. He didn't even pause. Not one bit. Instead the smile on his beautiful mouth widened, showing his white teeth. "Stop!" I yelled again. He did. But I had a feeling he didn't stop on my account. He stopped because that was where he wanted to be. Inches from me. The smile on his face disappeared. A lock of his coal black hair fell silkily on the side of his face. My eyes followed its movement until it settled on his cheek. I couldn't help as my gaze travelled from his cheek to his mouth, and I just... stared. In the dark, under the soft glow of the porchlight, his face was sinfully beautiful. And then that smile appeared again. It was a knowing smile. An unapologetically male smile. My eyes shot up to his. Boom. I felt it. I felt it. "I didn't expect to see you so soon," he whispered, in the same seductive voice. "Miss me already?" I heard his words, but the signal connecting my ears to my brain was on airplane mode. My eyes and nose, on the other hand, had a full bar of signal. LTE. He must have been out for a run before he caught me trying to climb his fence. He was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt—despite the cold—that molded the contours of his body wonderfully. Mouth-wateringly. He smelled of clean male sweat and soap. An intoxicating combination. He reached out, gently pushing my hair over my shoulder, but not before the tip of his finger accidentally grazed the sensitive skin on my neck. I shivered. I felt a shock travel from where he touched me reverberate everywhere in my body. And why are my lips tingling? "Cold?" he asked. I shook my head vehemently, and that same lock of my hair he touched slid over my shoulder again. "Kara." It was almost... erotic. The way he said my name. The way his mouth formed the syllables. "It suits you," he murmured, twirling the ends of my hair around his finger. "I forgot to tell you mine." I already know it. Cam. "Cameron," he said when I didn't answer. Cameron. My mouth seemed to be under construction again. This was like our first meeting all over again. This never happened with anyone else. What was it about him? It was the beautiful masculine face, I admitted grudgingly. There! I said it. I was attracted to the face and that was totally fine. I wasn't going to do anything about it. It didn't mean I liked him. It didn't mean anything at all. In defense, I put on my poker face. An emotionless face. If I couldn't speak, fine, but he was not getting any reaction from me. As if he heard my thoughts, a playful glint appeared in his eyes, and he asked, "How's your stomach?" It felt like a splash of cold water. I had this sudden urge to cover my face, run, or disperse my molecules in thin air. I glared at him instead. Who the hell did he think he is to remind me of that mortifying experience? I'm going to take you down! I vowed angrily, but then he said, "I know why you're here." That stopped me cold. Shit. I had forgotten why I was here. "I saw what happened this morning," he continued. No! I closed my eyes in defeat. He must have seen everything. Somehow this guy saw Dylan. As soon as I got home, I was going to fry my little shit of a brother in a tub of boiling canola oil. But right now, I had more pressing matters in my hands. Daydreaming is over, sister! I opened my eyes and flattened my palms on his chest to push him away. He didn't even budge. "Move!" I said in the sternest voice I could muster. My voice sounded rusty. Maybe that was why he looked amused—and okay, sexy as hell—as if he was enjoying the show. How could he not be angry about his motorcycle right now? Or the fact that he caught me about to sneak inside his house? Is there something wrong with his brain? "I said move—" He moved closer. I inhaled sharply. He was so close, closer than we were a moment ago. He sucked on his bottom lip, trapping it between his teeth. What is it like to kiss him? As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I killed it mercilessly. Squished the thought like a bug.