Maya's POV
Maya's POV
"Maya, your sexy body isn't exactly built for combat," Adonis said with a crooked grin, his voice low and teasing. "But don't worry… tonight, you won't need to use force on me. I think all you'll need are those sweet lips and that gentle touch of yours."
He winked, and I swear, my soul did a somersault.
I turned my head quickly, trying to hide the blush crawling up my neck. But I could feel it. My cheeks were warm, my heart drumming hard against my chest, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw it—his grin, cocky and amused, like he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
God, I hated that grin.
And worse—I hated that it still affected me. That he still affected me.
"I don't like it when you flirt with me," I mumbled under my breath, barely loud enough to be heard. "Because I'm afraid my heart might betray me again."
He didn't hear me—or maybe he did and pretended not to.
