Lana’s Point of View
“Will you stay with me?” he asked quietly, a faint edge of vulnerability in his voice. “Please…” His thumb rubbed my cheeks, the warmth that seeped inside me, distracting me, before his hand slid down to grip my hip. “You can stay with me twice a week; accommodation was also stated in the contract.”
I frowned, momentarily frozen. There was something about the fragile note in his voice that sent a strange warmth through me.
He stood close…too close.
His breath brushed against my face, warm and uneven. And apart from his breath that seemed to make me feel even hotter, the hand placement seemed to be damaging as well, one hand rested above my head against the wall, trapping me gently in place, while the other held my hip firmly.
“Okay,” I finally whispered, the word
