NARA'S POV
When he pulled away, I was breathless. Literally. My forehead was pressed against his, our noses touching, and I was dangerously close to climbing on top of him if he didn’t say something soon.
“I want to sleep with you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
I grinned, heart thudding. “Well, you need to get better first if you want to survive that experience.”
He chuckled. “Guess I better take my painkillers religiously and get some damn rest then.”
I laughed, covering my face with my hands. “You’re so stupid. I swear to God.”
But deep down?
I really did love him.
Even if he was annoying.
Even if his past was a Greek tragedy wrapped in bad decisions.
Even if his future was hanging on threads.
He was mine.
And I wasn’t letting him go.
This time, I didn’t hold back.
