FIRE IN YOU

ALANNA

The musk of his cologne, a familiar blend of spice and woodsy warmth, filled my senses the moment I stepped through the doorway. It was a scent I hadn't realized I missed, not until his hand snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My traitorous body reacted instantly, a tremor running down my spine.

"Alanna," his voice was a low rumble, sending shivers down my already heated skin. His fingers, calloused from years of wielding a guitar, traced a lazy circle on the small of my back, sending a jolt of electricity through me.

"Nolan," the name came out a choked whisper, a battle raging within me. Part of me, the rational, angry part, wanted to shove him away, to scream at him for the hurt he'd caused. The other, more primal part, yearned for the warmth of his touch, the familiar press of his body against mine.

“I am with Brad now,”

He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't say his name." It wasn't a request, it was a command, laced with a possessiveness that