ADRIKO
I chuckled as Serafina stormed out of the living room.
The faint scent of jasmine and warmth lingered. Soft, warm, and addicting. I flexed my shoulders as the dull ache in my chest reminded me of the night’s events.
The bullet wound burned but pain was an old companion, it barely registered anymore.
But what registered was the memory of her hands on me, the heat of her touch, and the look in her eyes.
She had been scared—For me. And for some reason, I liked that.
The way she bristled at my words, the fire in her eyes…that was all the confirmation I needed.
I hadn't expected her to run off though. I expected another slap, a sharp retort to mask the truth in her eyes but she ran—like my presence was a match that could ignite the feelings she kept buried.
A slow smile cur
