"Yes?" Valerian asked, catching me gawking at him while he worked at his desk.
He’d been frowning at his laptop screen since I walked in. I’d been bored at home and decided to visit him, avoiding my sister’s calls because I knew she’d pester me for updates about Valerian and me, like some paparazzo desperate for a scoop.
Honestly, I don’t know what spell this man has on me, but he’s been in my head all day. I swear, I’d probably drop dead if I didn’t get to stare at his gorgeous face for a few hours.
Every morning, I wake up in his arms, warm and safe. There’s nothing more I could ask for.
Valerian doesn’t just love me; he respects me, trusts me, and treats me like a delicate child more than the queen I think I am. And somehow, I love it.
Biting my lip, I tried to contain my excitemen
