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Tracy's POV

His teeth grazing my bare neck sent a sudden reminder-shock down my spine, making me immediately disengage from his strong hold. I stepped away from him, and stared back at him in confusion.

His ocean blue eyes never stopped gazing into mine-anyone could tell it's not just an ordinary one-it's a stare in demand, a stare in want.

"Care for a coffee?" He asked out the blue, complicating the matter further- my eyes widened at the thought of having another dangerous coffee with him. Nevertheless, he realized this, and calmed my nerves.

He told me he would never do a thing to me now, and I believed him before he could even finish forming his sentences.

After following him to his own personal kitchen which is close to his room, I offered to help make the coffee, but to my surprise, he declined and prepared the coffee all by himself.