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"You always stare at me," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, "but you run the second I get close. Why is that?"
He stepped in, close enough that my breath caught.
"Are you scared," he murmured near my ear, "or is there something you want that you're too afraid to admit?"
His gaze flicked to my lips.
"I see you hiding, Sophie," he said softly. "Why do you keep running from me?"
"S-sorry, I just-"
A slow, knowing smile spread across his face.
"Hmm," Rhys whispered. "Lucky for you, sweetheart... I love a chase."