Drasa’s POV
I thought I was weird, but f**k, he’s a weirdo. I straightened my body from his head, glaring at his handsome face.
Oh no! His smiling face.
“Thanks for helping me, but I’m not interested in staying close to you,” that’s all I said before turning to walk away.
I wanted to run, but my legs felt weak, and my heart still beat faster from the encounter. How could I feel so loose just by resting on his chest?
But for real, I had never felt so peaceful in my life. Resting on his chest brought some strange relief to my body, and his cologne had done the perfect job, serving my nostrils the best defense ever.
I thought he’d follow me, but I turned to see him still standing in the same spot, his eyes following every one of my moves.
I felt so uncomfortable with that gaze, like h
