[Irene Miles’ POV]
There were a lot of things we had to do, but…
“Zane, let go!” He had been hugging me ever since last night. He wouldn’t let go. He was always that clingy in the morning, but we were in the middle of a possible war. I had to tell him about the lord and that it was a trap to lure me there.
He hugged me from behind, his arms wrapped around my waist, my legs locked between his legs under the blanket. “I won’t. You smell so nice, Irene. I want to fill my entirety with your scent. Your hair is soft as silk…”
“Zane! We have work to do!” I yelled in a suppressed tone. “It’s dawn already.”
“But I still can’t get over the hangover from last night.”
“You didn’t drink!”
“No wine can get me as drunk as you do.”
“Where did you learn all this?”
“Books.”
“Of course. Why did I
