"Control myself? Why don't you teach me how, Miss Smith?"
Eric's ragged breathing grew louder.
I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to keep him away.
But he pinned me against the door, one hand holding me in place, the other clutching my wrist, forcing me up against the wall.
His gaze was so intense, like he wanted to devour me.
"Eric, have you lost your mind?"
Our nearly touching bodies felt like a thunderclap, and I desperately tried to pull away.
But I couldn't escape.
"Yeah, maybe I have."
For the usually calm and restrained Eric, he had completely lost control. His lips crashed into mine, muffling my cries.
The familiar taste of him filled my senses, making me shudder.
Our breaths mingled, the heat between us unbearable.
I could even taste the faint sweetness of blood.
Then I heard him mutter softly, his voice cracking with emotion.
"Sofia, you're ruthless."
"You really just broke up like it was nothing."
"I looked for you for a thousand and one days. A thousand and one days I spent thinking about you."
A thousand and one days.
Yes, from the day we broke up until yesterday, it had been exactly a thousand and one days.