Chapter 38
Liora’s POV
I sat in the living room, my body relaxed against the sofa, yet no matter how hard I tried, thoughts of him lingered.
Minutes later, a faint echo of footsteps drew my attention, and I lifted my gaze, meeting Derek's.
He was dressed in a light blue long-sleeved shirt and tailored black trousers, and yet… my mind betrayed me, dragging me back to the memory of him… bare.
Heat flickered through me.
“Enough,” I muttered under my breath, sharply cutting off the thought.
He moved toward the sofa opposite mine and sat, a quiet smile playing at the corners of his lips as his gaze settled on me.
“You wanted to say something?” he asked, his tone calm and gentle.
“Yes.” I straightened slightly, composing myself before offering a faint, controlled smile. “I wanted to let
