Laura’s Point of View.
I walked over to the door and peeked out before closing and locking it. I drew a long breath and turned around to return to where Damian was lying down.
I scowled at him. “You! This is not what I expected from our mating process!”
I bent down to align my face with his, studying his features. His lashes were long. He was gifted with a sharp, aristocratic nose. His lips were like roses because they were shades of pink. His muscles were well-defined, and his shoulders were broad.
I never thought of staring at him in this way, especially in this situation.
After a while, I lowered my gaze to his neck. It does appear to be inviting. I won’t deny that. His collarbone was far too enticing to ignore.
“Mark him, Laura, don’t fantasize about him,” Leia teased, causing me
