DAMIAN’S POV
Lira was warm in my arms, her fingers played with the buttons of my shirt as I climbed the stairs with her.
“Put me down,” she mumbled, but made no effort to move.
“You’ll fall,” I said, trying to steady her well with my hand.
“I already did…” she whispered, then looked up at me through half-lidded eyes. “Into your arms. So cheesy, right?”
I clenched my jaw.
God help me.
Her breath was warm against my neck. My steps slowed as we reached the room. I didn’t want to admit how much I liked the way she felt in my arms, or the way her perfume made my thoughts scatter.
I pushed the door open with my shoulder and stepped in, gently laying her on the bed. But when I tried to stand back up, her fingers grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t go,” she said.
“Lira…” I said immediately. I was s
