HIS?

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. It felt like time had stopped. My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I stood before him with a shocked face and a stunned expression. His icy stare pinned me to the wall as he fixed me with a lazy expression, but his eyes... They focused heavily on me, as they pinned me with a dark stare. It was possessive, hot, and everything wrong. "I'm sorry?" I asked, waiting for him to say it was a joke. But my heart secretly hoped for him to repeat it, to tell me he wanted me to be his forever. It felt like the world had tilted, and I stood on the very edge, waiting for him to either keep me from falling to the ground or push me over. "Would you like to be mine for real?" He asked, repeating his words from earlier as his stare deepened with even more intensity. My breath caught in my throat, traitorously betraying me before my mind could grasp any semblance of control. For one second, all I could hear was the echo of that question bouncing off the walls, wrapping around me li