Varg's POV
Everything seemed to pause as I looked into her eyes. I forgot how to breathe. The way she gazed at me, the way her waist felt beneath my hand, it was overwhelming. Despite the oversized shirt she wore, I could feel her trembling under my touch. Her eyes weren’t just red; they were alive, like molten embers smoldering in the dark. They held a fire that could consume me yet keep me warm all at once.
We stayed like that, her body pressed against mine, until the door creaked open. Bethany entered, holding a bundle of clothes in her arms. I quickly let go of Lyra’s waist and stepped to the other side of the room, pretending to busy myself.
Bethany’s voice was soft as she approached Lyra. “Is he already giving you a hard time?” she whispered, setting the clothes on the bed.
“No…n
