Her eyes turn to frostbitten blue. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. The more you show up and tell me to stop, the more I’ll step forward. So why don’t you just pull out whatever Hercules complex has crawled up your ass—”
“I got you to forget about it last night.”
She stutters out, “Excuse me?”
“Yesterday evening,” I clarify. “I stopped you with my mouth. I’ll do it again.”
Her expression is so frosty, I’m about to die of hypothermia just touching her. “Don’t you dare—”
Fuck the cold.
I cup her neck, crash against her lips, and crack through the ice.