AVERY
Drake’s question hangs in the air between us, the room thick with tension. My mouth is dry from the buzz of excitement, while my teeth nibble on my lower lip.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
My heart hammers against my ribcage while my back is pressed against his firm chest. The muscles rippling underneath his dress shirt, reminding me of his strength and size. The man is a behemoth, a mountain with legs. Giddiness has long replaced fear, as I lean into him relaxing. His arm wound around my waist allowing me to curl into him, using him like a safety net. He doesn’t refuse, instead pulling me closer, vibrating with a satisfied purr.
“You’ll have to answer me eventually, Princess.” Drake’s breath dances along my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His question plagues me, requiring me to think
