Memories of their heated argument flashed before her eyes, the sting of his cutting words still fresh in her mind. Still, beneath the veneer of hostility, Marisol could not ignore the feelings of longing she'd only just realized as such now that they were in close proximity again, realized how she'd missed him, worried about him, and longed for the electric thrum of the connection they shared.
The tension between them was palpable as Cedric stood before her, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. Marisol felt her resolve waver as she struggled under the intensity of his gaze, the air around them crackling with tension.
"Sit," Cedric repeated, his voice low and commanding.