Page 268 of Ruin Me Gently

“Don’t care.”

Finn made a confused gesture between us. “Wait, wait, wait. Why are we done?”

Silas was staring me down. Like really staring me down. Like he had one thing on his mind, and it wasn’t throwing punches.

“Oh, dude,” Finn’s face twisted. “In the gym? That’s insane.”

Silas didn’t look away. “Shut the fuck up, Finn.”

Finn pointed between us, horror setting in. “This is some real weird, borderline incestuous shit for me personally, and I refuse to be a part of it.”

“Leave faster,” Silas snapped.

Finn threw his hands up, grabbed his shirt off the weight rack, and turned on his heel. “Gladly.”

I squinted at Silas as Finn all but bolted out of the penthouse. “What the hell was that?”

He still hadn’t moved. Still hadn’t blinked. Just stood there, shoulders tense, eyes locked onto me.

I forced out a laugh, shifting my weight. “If I knew getting a stitch would get you like this, I’d be exercising every damn day.”

He didn’t laugh. Didn’t smirk. And still didn’t move.

What the fuck was this?

“Silas?” Myvoice came out weaker than I wanted it to, which—no. Unacceptable. I cleared my throat, straightening my spine. “What the hell are you doing?”

Nothing. Just that look.

“Are you gonna say something? Or just keep looking at me like that?”

He inhaled, fingers flexing at his sides. “Like what?”

“Like I just benched five hundred pounds and called you a little bitch while doing it.”

That almost got a smirk. Almost.

But then he took a step forward.

And I backed up.

His eyes darkened.

Oh, shit.

I pointed a finger at him. “No.”

He didn’t stop.

“Silas.”

Still coming.

I hit the mirrored wall.

Fuck.

His breath was steady. Controlled. But his eyes? They were pure sin.

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