“W-what are you doing?” I asked, my eyes wide and my heart racing, as Damian carried me easily.
“Lifting you,” he answered as he kept walking, looking ahead.
“Yes, but w-why?”
“Because I don't want to stop touching you.”
I blinked at him, my cheeks heating. “Oh…”
And he was touching me, alright. His hands were on my ass, his palms completely pressed to it. My thighs were hooked on his arms, and my chest was pressed to his. He was touching me in so many ways, and I could feel him everywhere. I could feel his heartbeat, and it was… it was fast.
“Your heart is racing,” I muttered absentmindedly as I placed my head on his shoulder.
“Yes, Kaidora. It is.”
“W-why?” I asked, and even though the question felt stupid, I didn't want to take it back. I wanted to hear the words from his mouth.
