Let the sparring begin!

My cheeks were burning with embarrassment, almost as if I could feel the heat radiating from my face. And the man responsible for this was standing right in front of me, smiling like he owned the world. I shot him a fierce glare, but instead of backing down, he just grinned wider, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Then, he took my hand and placed a soft kiss on my palm.

"No one's watching us, Amara," he whispered playfully. "Feel free to flirt with me all you want." He winked, and my heart raced in response.

Who was flirting with whom, huh?

What was shamelessly seducing whom, huh?

"If you don't believe me, take a look around," he teased, his tongue teasingly gliding over my finger. I instinctively tried to pull my hand away, but before I could, he playfully nipped at my finger, his teeth barely grazing my skin.

A shiver traveled down my spine, and I nearly gasped.