Leticia’s POV
Oh no… is he going to kiss me?!
My brain short-circuited.
Every muscle locked. My breath caught somewhere between my lungs and my throat. Cirrus’s face was so close now, close enough that I could see the tiny flecks of amber in his golden irises, close enough that the citrus scent of him wrapped around me as a blanket.
His gaze dropped to my lips, then flicked back up to meet my eyes.
The corner of his mouth curled, and I swear, my knees almost wobbled.
“Relax,” he murmured, voice low and smooth. “I’m not going to kiss you… unless you ask me to.”
My face flushed.
He was still holding me, waist pinned gently but firmly against his chest, one large hand splayed across my shoulder. I could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat against my side.
Contrary to mine, whic
