“Move out di way,” I said, tilting my head with attitude, hands resting on my hips.

He didn’t budge. Instead, he smirked, leaning against the doorframe like he had all the time in the world.

“An if mi nuh move?” His voice was low, teasing.

I sucked my teeth and took a step forward, expecting him to shift. But he didn’t—if anything, he stepped closer. My breath caught as I realized the little space between us was now nonexistent.

“Mi serious, yuh know.” I tried to sound firm, but my voice came out softer than I intended.

His eyes darkened slightly, roaming over my face before locking onto mine. “Mi serious too.”

I swallowed hard, refusing to be the one to break. But then he tilted his head, his breath warm against my cheek, and my entire body tensed.

“Wah happen? Yuh quiet now,” he murmured, his lips just from my ear.

I inhaled sharply, but before I could respond, he shifted, and his chest brushed against mine—firm, warm, steady. I clenched my fists, willing myself to move, to push him back, but my body betrayed me.

He chuckled, sensing my hesitation. “Yuh feel dat too, don’t?”

I exhaled shakily, forcing myself to step back. But as I did, my hand accidentally grazed against his coc-

Damn.

His smirk deepened. “Yuh sure yuh wah mi move?”

My heart pounded. I should say yes. I needed to say yes.

But my lips refused to obey.

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