One of my beta readers highlighted this scene I thought I'd share with you.

Here goes:

Like a deer caught in headlights after long nights in the forest, he froze me in my tracks.
“Delicious.”
That broke the thread of hypnosis and I stumbled backward, nearly tripping over the empty air.
He held out his hands to catch me, but I smacked them away, keeping one eye on him as I rushed up the stairs and into the house.
“Thanks, Bay.”
The way he said my name. His voice traced it’s was down my spine. The single syllable making me shiver.

The Art of Falling For You