ANNATORIA
“I still can’t believe,” Darius breathed, rustling my hair in the process, “how explosive things have become between us.” His hand went to the back of my head, and with simple pats, he stroked it as if putting me to sleep. “Didn’t I meet you barely a week ago, woman?”
“Don’t ask me,” I mumbled, half-pouting into his chest. “If you had not made a move, this wouldn’t be happening.” I sounded pissed, but I was smiling. Lying on his chest and listening to his heartbeat was as therapeutic as him tasting my skin and fingering me.
After our unexpected ‘bet’, we washed up, and Darius suggested we head upstairs to the rest area to talk and relax.
I initially didn’t want to since the night was growing older, but I reasoned that it would be better to use his presence to ward off the re
