He gave a hard smile and the oxygen in my lungs evaporated. “We<br />both know I’m not a gentleman.”<br />“Yeah. Okay, let me out. I’m tired.”<br />“There’s something else,” he said, and I groaned.<br />“What now?”<br />“This.” He stepped closer to me, so close that the containers were<br />sandwiched between us. His eyes<br />looked down into mine, intent and golden, like a lion.<br />“Oh, no, you don’t!” I hissed, dropping everything. I pushed hard<br />against his chest; it was like shoving<br />a tree.<br />“Yes,” he said very softly, leaning down. “Yes, I do.