Plus, the dauntless handsomeness of this man is stirring up foreign emotions inside my core that I’m unable to comprehend or explain.
I can’t look at him either. Cyrus is too beautiful to stare at. I lower my eyes, and they land on the beauty of his muscular frame, every part of this man body is golden. It’s like a maze of beauty that I can’t escape.
“Look at me,” demands my mate, while placing his finger underneath my chin, bringing my sight back up to his eye level. “Look at me,” he says to me again.
“You are a Queen, don’t you ever fear staring into anyone eyes not even a King,” again, Cyrus words are confusing me to the very end.
What’s the matter with him? “What’s the matt--,”
“Shhhhhhh,” He says, while placing a single finger over top of my lips, preventing me from speaking.“Don
