Caspian's POV
Caspian was losing his f*****g mind.
Three days. Three goddamn days since he'd kissed Lia in that garden. Since he'd tasted her mouth and felt her body pressed against his. Since she'd looked at him with those green eyes full of want and fear and something else he couldn't name.
Three days of pure torture.
He'd tried to distract himself. Threw himself into work. Met with suppliers. Dealt with the Kozlov situation. Sat through boring meetings about territory and money and all the s**t that usually kept him focused. But none of it worked. All he could think about was her.
The way she'd kissed him back. The little sound she'd made when his hand slid up her thigh. The way her fingers had dug into his shoulders like she was afraid he'd disappear.
Tuesday night, he'd given u
