Jean's back hit the marble sink, her legs stiff, her breath stuck somewhere between her lungs and throat. Her wide eyes never left Tyler as he stepped out of the shadows.
The same eyes. The same predator's smile. But darker… drunker.
"Don't even think about escaping, Jean…"
His voice was low, deadly calm. But she didn't care. Her fight instinct kicked in.
She dashed for the door.
But to her dismay she didn't get far.
SLAM.
The door shut violently.
He was faster. He always had been.
Jean's scream never made it past her lips. His hand clamped over her mouth, pressing her back against the wall.
"Jean… Jean… Jean…"
He said her name like a chant. Like a lullaby. As if the years hadn't passed. As if she still belonged to him.
She squirmed, but he was too close. He leaned in, eyes closing for a moment as he inhaled her scent, deeply, sinfully.
"God, I missed that," he whispered. "You smell just like I remember. Maybe sweeter."
She whimpered, eyes brimming with panic.
