She was just a Little Phoenix who had recently come of age. She didn't want to be carrying a Phoenix Egg so soon.
Sensing her struggle, Ethan Quinn's hand froze. He slowly opened his eyes, his lips finally parting from hers, just slightly.
Amelia Lockhart had never seen this side of Ethan Quinn. His eyes were like a vortex, pulling her in. His lips were flushed crimson, lending a seductive veneer to his usually cool exterior.
Ethan Quinn's handsome brows furrowed slightly. The mischievous hand was still inside her clothes, though it had stopped its upward exploration. His voice was husky with desire. "Unwilling?"
Of course, Amelia Lockhart was unwilling, but she detected a hint of danger in his tone and didn't dare say it out loud.
"I'm just… not ready yet…" Amelia Lockhart said, recalling a line from one of the romance novels she'd secretly borrowed from her sister. It was a flimsy excuse.
