I don't even realize that I'm practically pressed against the door now, lips parted, knees weak. Until he pauses, wiping the sweat off his cheek with the back of his hand, and his gaze flicks to where I lean against the door.
My heartbeat slows painfully and I startle, taking a step back as he tilts his head, studying me.
It happens in a couple of seconds, but I could've sworn it lasted for longer. His eyes returns to the punching bag, his attacks resuming. "We're going to have to work on that stare, Val."
"Thought you didn't have a problem with being watched," I say and cringe at the high-pitched tone.
"I don't," he murmurs. "But it's different when you've been eye-fucking me all week."
My blood heats. Dangerous territory, Valka. "Well then, maybe you should consider giving me what I want."
